It’s a really funny story, and make sure you follow all the details.
When I was young, you know, you make out with a boy, then the boy pretends you don’t exist or you pretend he doesn’t exist, and then you spend tons of time discussing every moment of the interaction with your friends because that’s the whole point of dating at that age, to have stuff to discuss with your friends.
But in my craziest nightmares I couldn’t have imagined discussing who touched whom where with the college administrators. I think I would have preferred to be tortured in Guantanamo to having my dating dramas adjudicated by “adults.”