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freckledbuttchester:

Misha told us how he and Vicki got together! Met in English class where he was the only boy, he would write her poetry making fun of her (she was super preppy), and once likened her nose to a cathedral.
They took a trip down to Boston with some friends and someone bought a bottle of vodka. They split up at some point to go to different houses, and after they met back up on the bus, Misha noticed a bunch of hickeys on her neck and was surprised that she was messing around with someone else. They were walking off the bus together and he asked if she would like to be in a relationship (“I used that term because I didn’t know what else to say”) and she said yes.
After the fact, Vicki said she was surprised to see all the hickeys on his neck too. They realized they had done it to each other, but had no recollection whatsoever. Misha assured us that both of them maintained their delicate flower of virginity, but there were also bruises on Vicki’s inner thighs. And this was all done in a hotel room in front of all of their friends.
He said something like the best stories start with a blackout.