Hmm, silly girls.
Well, I don't really have any good stories, but I'll tell one that's kind of funny from back when I was 16. I went to a party in a little town outside of my town (the big town in the area). Anyway, the night is going fine and we're having a lot of fun. As the night goes on I notice a girl checking me out every chance she gets and even though she wasn't the most beautiful creature god ever created I was drunk enough to accept that. At one point I take a look at her and decide that it's probably time we go outside. She of course gets up and follow me out and we start kissing outside on the street. Drunk as we were we walked around a bit and found a bench to sit on.
I hadn't really noticed where we were going as this girl constantly had her tongue down my throat, but I though we were in some kind of park. Well, I start groping her a bit, different stuff and suddenly she jumps up screaming. I of course think that I've done something horrible to her, but I look around and notice we're in a graveyard and she's panicking completely about this fact. Now I'm not a Christian, I'm not superstitious and I am in no way afraid of death, but this girl was completely panicking and I really hadn't any clue what to do. I was laughing, trying to calm her down and trying to drag her out of this graveyard at the same time, but no dice. Suddenly she ran away and I sat down for 5 minutes on the same bench and sighed deeply and drunk as I was, I was trying to calm down the dead (don't ask, I do these things when drunk).
As you can imagine there were enough jokes about how bad a kisser I was when I returned to the party. Of course that girl had run straight back to the party and then run home. I was later told by my friends that she was the son (edit: not son, the DAUGHTER
) of a priest and apparently a bit screwed up in the head. Of course I thanked my friends for not telling me about that at the party, I mean, you're always just craving to hook up with the psychotic, Christian girl now aren't you...