Oct 19, notokay whyididnttell I was 16 years old. I spent the night drinking at a house party with a bunch of my classmates. I drank to the point where I was fairly intoxicated— flirting and kissing a boy I met way back in 6th grade. He was nice to me though, and I enjoyed his company. After kissing for a few minutes, he guided me to the bottom of the staircase that led up to the bedrooms.