I had a number in my late teens and early 20's but this one is the best;
Age 19 or 20 and in a LTR with a really hot chick 18 or 19. Really combustible and volatile on-again off-again relationship, which to my undeveloped brain back then probably meant interesting, exciting, etc. Plus as mentioned, she was really cute with a knock out body.
So we get into this huge argument and break up. No contact for a few days. I start feeling bad about it at like midnight. So I drive up to her house where she lived with her mom, about 20 minutes away. A house is being built next door so I grab a few dirt chunks and start lobbing them at her window. After a few, she looks out and sees it's me and comes out, we make up and kiss, all is good again. Just like the movies, right?!
Until…
A couple weeks later, we get into a fight and break up again. Pattern repeats, I start feeling bad and drive up there at like midnight. I grab a few dirt chunks and start lobbing them at her window. The front light goes on and the front door opens. I'm like "Cool, she's coming out and we'll make up." This time it was her mom. I can hear her to this day: "Sally doesn't want to talk to you, Dash! Now go home!" I felt totally dejected and humiliated. Just like Russell Wilson throwing the infamous interception on the one yard line in Super Bowl XLIX to end the game. I hung my head and got in my truck and drove home...defeated.
I honestly can't remember if we got back together after that but she did circle back a couple years later where I screwed her and then wanted nothing more to do with her as I was firmly entrenched in my college f*ck days.
I looked her up a few years ago on Google. Still lives in the same small town, got arrested for buying or selling drugs, spent time in jail, looks horrible. Bullet dodged.
The End.