So after taking my extremely stressful finals, I decide to hang out with my more troublesome group of friends, who are nonetheless, my friends. We go and I try a bit of alcohol for the first time. Nothing more powerful enough than to blur my vision just a bit, but regardless, we go and party sober for the afternoon after finals. I get hone later that afternoon, and Sam invites me to go to a dance that evening which I reluctantly accept to go to (this is on a Friday the 13th, as a great omen). So I get there a bit early, but my troublesome group of friends, who were still hanging out even tho I left early, were hanging out near the dance. Eventually I lost track of time, and Sam comes and gets me to go to the dance with her best friend and my ex girlfriend, Emma (Emma and I have rough patches, but somehow always remain friends, she for some reason constantly likes me, despite me not wanting to date her). So we go to the dance and I flirt with Sam. Eventually, the classic Ed Sheeran slow song comes on, and I finally get the guts to ask her to dance in front of her friends (including Emma, who knew about the situation with Sam and I, but still liked me). So we dance, and chat a bit. Skip ahead, and we have the perfect movie moment, where we just look into each others eyes, and just knew the moment was right, and we kissed. The night was the happiest night of my life. Later that night I asked her out, and she said yes despite the plans. The relationship lasted all but 5 days as she wanted me to be there for her, but had no intentions on spending any time with me. Basically it ended because I pushed too hard and she couldn't stand the pressure. (Subjectively speaking, she hates any pressure to have any responsibility at all.) So I'm bummed but she claims we can still be friends, I claim I'd prefer not to and we go separate ways. I thought that'd be the last of it.

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