Last night, I spent several hours letting a flirty conversation with a girl I might like degenerate into wrestling on the floor until her roommates kicked us out. We ended up at my place, carrying on until we stopped and kissed for the first time. It was around 2 AM. Not much more happened, but we decided to fall asleep together. This morning, I woke up next to a girl I definitely like. At least it feels like it was this morning.
Happy anniversary, girl. Stop pouring water on me.