I was in a campus-like setting. I shared a room with a cool guy. I was trying to write my journal, but there were noise and distractions everywhere. I sat on my friend's bed to write on my laptop. He started playing with the hairs on my lower back, which were exposed from my shirt lifting up. It felt like bro affection.
I stormed off frustrated at the many distractions. My friend seemed hurt that I would consider him a distraction. I said "well, what am I supposed to write, I'm sitting here in my room while my friend is playing with the hairs on my back", and he heartily laughed noticing the gayness of the situation.