Sophomore or junior year in college. I was working some event for the University and I ran into a girl who knew me, but I had no idea who she was. She was kinda drunk and touchy feely and I was digging it. Picture early Missy Monroe blended with Sammie Rhodes, smiling breasts. Anyway, she was good to go.
As we got to talking I came to find out who she was. Her older brother was a kid in my neighborhood who got killed in a car wreck at like 16 or so. He was a year behind me in school, but I knew him and thought he was an alright guy. Nobody I knew well, but I knew who he was.
So she's telling me how she really likes me because I was so nice to her brother. From her view, I was an older kid who didn't pick on her now dead brother. It was some creepy connection to her loss.
I got freaked out by that and pussed-out on the deal.(those were my pothead days) Overthinking will kill ya everytime.
I shoulda just nailed her shoes to the floor and plowed into her like an old bulldog.