Here's my lecture hall story:
A gorgeous blond girl sat next to me in the last Psychology lecture before the final that would take place a week later. With very little sleep and on my third amphetamine pill because of the exam the previous period, I had some serious tunnel vision in this lecture, idly taking notes like a zombie.
The girl starts playing with her hair and kinda flicking it onto my shoulder. I was so zoned out of reality that, as I kept feeling her hair tickling my bare skin, I was getting mildly annoyed, feverishly focusing on my note-taking.
I'm kinda big and muscular at this point in my life (not so much 6 years later) and was hulking over her desk a bit. At one point she flops her head into the palm of her hand so that she's propping up her face with her hand - the classic feminine note-taking pose - with her silken hair now pretty much draped over my shoulder. She grazes the peachfuzz of her cheek against my arm for a while in this position.
The lecture ends and I haul ass out of there straight home to go to bed for a good 14 hours. I'm pretty much out of it for the next few days recuperating from the amphetamine binge.
Finally sober, I have the opportunity to replay that encounter in my head with finally some critical thrift. At this point, and I didn't do it justice in text, there really is no other interpretation than she was mirin on me hard during that lecture. Literally throwing her body on me. Probably hoping I'd say something, anything to her.
Well, the Psychology final is in a few days and I pledge that I'm going to talk to her if I see her. I went to all three TA study sessions to try and run into her. I go to the final early to creep around. I sat in the same spot as I'd been the week before. Well-studied by now, I finished the final early, scanned the rows for her, and sat outside the room on my laptop to spy on the trickle of students coming out of the room.
Never saw her again.
Learned a valuable lesson that I still ponder to this day about striking while the iron is hot.