Most women have experienced this phenomenon. Maybe it's a guy who put you in "the friend zone" and you've been pining over him for years. Or maybe it''s someone you have absolutely no attraction to that happened to look remotely do-able in the dim candlelight during a thunderstorm. So you end up laughing a little too hard at each-other's jokes, and before you know it, he's leaning in for a smootch. For some reason, you let it happen, and continue to let it happen while he's jabbing his overzealous tongue into your tonsils. Next thing you know, he's climbing out the window of the second floor building you're in so all of your friends downstairs wont know that you crossed the line! And you're left lying in a pool of your own sweat (and whatever dignity you have left). The night comes to an end, and you go home with a big question mark hovering over your head like a halo. But you continue to hang out for years to come, with that small tinge of awkwardness following you around. Happens to the best of us....
So why does this happen? Especially if they are so ashamed with their decision, that they feel the need to escape like an Alcatraz prisoner so no one finds out what they've done (or whom...) The world may never know!
So let's hear those stories Ladies (and Gents...)! Bring on the awkward.
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