He smacked me upside the head with a rifle. No lie.
The whole story is this: I was in 9th grade, he was in 11th. Summer marching band practice included the twirlers. He was flirting with one of them (we still argue about which one) and I was standing nearby. He twirled her rifle and BAM! I got it upside the head.
We didn’t actually start dating for another almost four years when I was a senior and he was in college.