My first time answer was more like "Uh, whatever. I guess so."
I was a shy, geeky 16-year-old who had never been kissed and had no friends; she was an extroverted 17-year-old who probably wasn't going to take "no" for an answer anyway. I still have no idea why she picked me, other than the fact we were both on the same bowling team at school. We dated for about 8 months. Things fell apart one night when she apparently sent me every subtle signal she knew for "tonight is the night we have sexual intercourse for the first time" and I didn't notice a thing. She could have said something. She could have handed me a condom. She could have grabbed my wrists, pulled me into her bedroom, locked the door and yanked down my pants. Had she said or done anything overt then we might still be making babies today. Instead the night ended like so many others and I went home. A day or two later one of her friends cornered me at school and asked if I had lost interest in my girlfriend or something. I had to ponder that question and reconsider the events of our last date for a while before I realized I had casually walked away from an event I had been dreaming about since the start of puberty.... I was totally demoralized and more than a little afraid because I had no way of rationalizing what had happened. She wanted to keep dating but I realized I was completely out of touch and had no business mucking about in other people's lives so I ended it.
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What would Flying Spaghetti Monster do?