I had an insane crush on my friend’s roommate, who made me weak in the knees whenever I saw him. So, of course I was stoked when he invited me to Telluride for the weekend with friends. I automatically said yes to what I envisioned as a romantic mountain weekend with my crush. We got to the condo and everyone decided it was tequila night. As shots began to pour, my nervousness faded. I became super chatty with a bunch of people I didn’t know. The last thing I remember is ripping double tequila shots before stumbling into the hot tub. Next thing I knew, I woke up at 5AM still drunk and noticed my crush lying on the floor. I decided to make my move by lying down next to him. We started passionately making out and I ran my fingers through his hair, but his lip and rubbed him up and down. The sun began to creep in through the window and lit his face—which is when I realized that the person I was kissing was some random guy I didn’t even know. I stopped mid-kiss and went to another room to sleep. After returning home, I still had no idea who I had fooled around with. Months later, I recognized the slightly disheveled hair that I ran my fingers through from across the computer lab. We’ve been friends ever since and have moved past the drunkest and most embarrassing night of my life.