Friday night I watched a movie with Girl Who Won't Be My Girlfriend*.
She fell asleep during the movie, and it was difficult trying to wake her up afterward.
Me (after finally getting her to open her eyes): I think you should just stay here tonight. I don't want you driving home if you're this tired.
Her (mumbling): Ok.
So I scooped her up off the couch and carried her upstairs to my room. When I turned down the hallway I heard something bump against the wall.
Me: Sorry. I didn't mean to brush your arm on the corner like that.
Her: That was my head**.
Me: Oops. Sorry.
I apologized to her again the next morning. She didn't remember any of that happening. Perhaps I hit her head harder than I thought.
No wonder she doesn't want to be my girlfriend.
*Yes, I am a masochist.
**It was unintentional. I haven't resorted to trying to knock girls out so I can take advantage of them***.