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Despite my inertia, my friend was practically pleading with me to go out to meet him because he didn't want to go home, so I dragged myself out of my dorm. Although not smashed, he had one drink too many, and was a little out of character just now. A lot of the things he said and did made me crinkle my brows (inwardly) and think, "is he hitting on me?!" It was a little disconcerting since we'd hung out together many times before and I'd never gotten that feeling. I shall simply assume it was the alcohol that made him behave that way.
