I can't believe I'm actually standing in a bathroom stall getting stoned with Debbie. I mean, I know, the whole reason I came tonight was to run into her, but still, you know. I didn't think it was going to go this well. I was sure she'd be hanging out with Carl all night, 'cause she likes him so much, we all know it.

I'm trying to be as cool as I can, except I'm pretty drunk by this point and I don't smoke pot that much, truth be told, and I feel a little breathy down there in that little tiny stall with Debbie almost right up against me. I try to pass the pipe back but stumble a bit and end up dumping a little ash on her shirt. "Oh wait," I say, "You've got some..." and by instinct I reach out and brush the ash off, except my fingers go straight over her erect nipples and oh God, I don't think she's wearing a bra, and did I just run my fingers over Debbie's breast? Oh boy oh God oh boy.

We just look at each other for a moment, not saying anything, then Debbie goes back to the pipe, and I don't know whether I just blew the whole evening or cinched it. I guess I'll just have to wait and see. I guess.