Catholic Guilt
I had just graduated from high school and it was the summer before college… I met a very shy guy who worked at the ice cream parlor next to the restaurant I worked in. After a few flirtatious meetings, he finally asked me out to a movie.
He was a very low talker so I basically nodded and smiled after so many “excuse me’s?” and “huh’s?” during the movie he tried to put his arm around me and knocked me in the face with his elbow.
To top it all off, we had to leave the movie early because of his 10:00pm curfew and I couldn’t come hang out at his house because I wasn’t a Born Again Christian.
Tl;dr: I got knocked in the head by a low talker and I’m Catholic.