I feel like I have this one experience with almost everyone I date in any capacity.

Two to four weeks in, they invite me to an event surrounded by all their friends, and for some reason I have to come late, and when I finally show up, they’re too wasted to even say hello.  I stand around awkwardly, and at some point they either figure their shit out and the night is saved, or that marks the beginning of the end.

Next morning:

“Did I even hug you when you came in?”

“erm nooo…”

“Ahh.  Sorry about that.”