For my nineteenth birthday April and I went to Canada to drink and celebrate. We were not yet dating but we had been spending a lot of time together. Anyway, we both got fucking plastered, and I rented a hotel room for the night. When we got there we started making out pretty heavily.
Now, I liked her a lot, and I didn't want to screw anything up by taking advantage of her drunken state, so I put a stop to it before it went any further. I told her that we should wait. The next day I found out that she had intended to have sex the entire time and that I had seriously pissed her off by not putting out. She wouldn't talk to me for about a week.
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