When we were 18 in the first year of university. We were watching Notre-Dame de Paris in the girls lounge (a few other friends were watching it for their french class apperently). I'll admit, when it happened it was (deceptively) sweet and memorable. We both didn't really know what we were doing.
It ended rather badly though, and I'm still trying to stop her from bothering me.
It ended rather badly though, and I'm still trying to stop her from bothering me.