In high school I dated a guy from Natalie's school. He was in a play and I went to the cast party with him. As was often the case at these events much alcohol was consumed (much). I came home that night drunk. Drunk enough I spent most of the ride home trying to get over my date to get sick out the window. It was not pretty.
The next day we had a Speech Meet at my school. I dragged myself there getting sick on the way to school. Everyone seemed to know I had imbibed to much the night before and I was the laughing stock of the team. I did deserve it, too. Between events I went to the restroom to be close to the toilets. I was on the floor with my head in the toilet when Natalie walked in.
I can remember wanting to die and all she could do was tell me she had done the make-up for the play the night before. I wanted her to go away, but she continued to tell me she never wore make-up, but loved doing it for the play. I know I looked like death warmed over, but she just kept talking to me as nothing was awry. She did not even ask what had happened or why I was sick. I was relieved when she finally left me to my misery.
I have to say, anyone who can fall in love with someone after seeing her with her head in a toilet is worthy of much love. Either that or Natalie was use to seeing people hung-over. Or worse yet maybe she never noticed I was about ready to toss my cookies right there in front of her.