The Mosquito Feast
I was 17, and summer break had just started. I asked this girl that I was hanging out with—Jenna—if she wanted to be my girlfriend, and she said yes.
My new girlfriend asked me if I wanted to hang out with her that night, but I told her that I had already made plans with some friends to go out drinking in a nearby forest. She asked if she could come, and I thought that would be awesome, so we all ended up meeting up and walking into the forest.
Jenna told me that she hadn’t had anything significant to eat all day, and me—being an idiot—didn’t stop her from drinking on an empty stomach. After about 30 minutes of chugging booze, we all felt pretty tipsy. I was sitting against a tree with Jenna on my lap.
She turned to me, and we started kissing. Immediately after the kiss, she puked all over my pants and blacked out, leaning forward and hitting her head pretty hard on a rock. At that point, she was out cold. Two hours later, she was still unconscious. And then it got even worse.
The sun was starting to go down, and the mosquitoes came out. They were biting everyone like crazy. I called a friend to pick us up, but I had to carry Jenna about a kilometer out of the forest to get to the car.
When we got to Jenna’s house, her mom came out screaming at me while I was carrying her and apologizing like crazy. The next day, Jenna’s mom came over to my house to tell my parents what had happened.
She said, “That’s not how you treat a 14-year-old girl”. I found out Jenna lied to me about her age! She was also taken to the hospital because her mom thought she was on dope, and her hands were swollen from over 200 mosquito bites.
After that, we somehow ended up having a great relationship for about one and a half years. Story credit: Reddit / (TheBrycer)