This happened when I was 23 with a girl who was 21 (we’ll call her Julie).
My mates and I arrive at the festival in the hot afternoon and there are electronic beats already pumping through the venue. It’s about 3pm so most people are chilling on the grass getting their drink on. There are a lot of minimally dressed people around: muscly guys going around shirtless and babes wearing singlets with no bras or exposing plenty of cleavage.
Eventually people start getting looser and the mosh pit starts filling up so we join the fun. I’m dancing and checking girls out when suddenly a beer can flies past me and smashes straight into a chick’s face. Her friend and I go to check if she’s ok. She’s got a nasty welt forming on the bridge of her nose. Over the music I shouted, “holy shit! Are you ok?” She said, “Not really! That can was half full of fucking beer”.
In hindsight I should’ve suggested she go to the first aid booth, but not knowing what to say I embarrassingly asked, “Do you want me to kiss it better?” She seemed to consider for a second then shrugged and said, “sure”. So I did, and I guess it wasn’t that bad because she got over it fairly quickly. And that’s how it started.