The below is a true story that happened to me when I was a teenager. I wrote this story originally on Tumblr, but that got taken down, so now posting here. Let me know what you think.
My first proper girlfriend, Louise, and I went camping together in Cornwall, south-west England. The camp site was pretty lively, and most nights there was a big party around a bonfire and everyone got drunk and high – it was great fun for two 18yo kids, which we were.
One night at the campfire party, Louise and I were getting quite drunk drinking a bottle of something sweet, and this older guy, must have been maybe 35, sat down opposite me, next to my girlfriend on the picnic bench we were sat. He seemed nice, and chatted to both of us and it took me a while to realize that my girlfriend was making some funny faces at me. She was still smiling, but seemed to be trying to say something with her eyes. 18yo boys are not subtle, and I wasn’t getting it, but the guy noticed, and decided to help me out.