FW: my wierd roommate

I have an interesting roommate. This is the roommate that everyone tells stories about and is known for his interesting antics. For example, there's his first kiss story. This is one for the record books. My roommate, Sam, started dating this lovely girl, who wasn't too talkative. Through some cajoling by myself and the other roommates, Sam decided that the time had probably come to kiss this girl. He was nervous as all get out. It was actually pretty funny. So he takes his girlfriend out and was committed to kissing her. All is still. It's the doorstep. He moves in. The unsuspecting girl, in her confusion, was unprepared for the moment and give him the cheek. Yup, he missed, said goodnight, and that was that. But that's just the beginning. Of course he couldn't just leave it like that. He had to redeem himself. So the next night there was another date and another doorstep encounter. This time he was even more nervous than the first night and there was no room for error. His mind was racing and wild with uncertainty. Again he moved in, but this time the heavens opened and it was a success. Good night. Sam started walking back to the apartment wondering what he had just done, having kissed a girl for the first time. Much like stories of old, his deranged mind started affecting him physically and he felt sick to his stomach. Right outside our apartment door he couldn't take it anymore and barfed all over the shrubs outside. He came in with a funky look on his face and we asked him what happened. "I don't feel so good," was his response. "I kissed her." This was followed by another trip outside and the second puke of the night. It was Sam's finest hour.