That Time with the Dare
Okay, let’s talk about something a bit… well, something from way back. You know how sometimes you end up doing stuff just because someone double-dog-dared you? Yeah, one of those moments.
It wasn’t even a big plan or anything. We were just hanging out, maybe late teens, early twenties? Can’t recall exactly. Just a bunch of us, bored, probably had a few drinks, talking smack like always. Someone, I think it was Mark, throws out this wild dare. Like, completely out of nowhere.
And it was aimed at me and Sarah (not her real name, obviously). The dare was, you know… related to the title you mentioned. Get together. Right then, right there, almost.
Man, the pressure. Everyone kinda laughs, but then they all look at you. Waiting. You feel like a bug under a microscope. My first thought was, “No way, that’s insane.” But then you get that stupid feeling, that voice saying, “Don’t be a coward,” “Don’t ruin the fun.” It’s dumb, looking back, how much that mattered.
Sarah looked just as cornered as I felt. We kinda glanced at each other, this weird mix of embarrassment and “are we really gonna do this?” floating between us. Nobody was really forcing us, but the expectation hung heavy in the air. You could cut it with a knife.
So, we did. We kinda shuffled off, didn’t even go far. It was awkward as hell. Super awkward. Not exciting, not forbidden, just… clumsy and weird. Everyone else was probably listening, which made it worse. We barely said a word.
Afterwards, coming back to the group felt strange. They were trying to act cool, giving knowing looks, but the vibe was off. It wasn’t funny anymore, just… uncomfortable. Sarah and I couldn’t really look each other in the eye for a while after that night.
It wasn’t some big dramatic event that changed our lives or anything. But it definitely put a dent in the friendship dynamics for a bit. It felt like something done for other people, not for ourselves. And that’s always a bad sign, right?
Looking back now, it’s just one of those stupid things you do when you’re young and easily influenced. You learn, hopefully. You learn that doing something because you’re dared, especially something personal like that, almost never feels good later. It’s just… a story you kinda grimace about when you remember it. Yeah, one of those.
