The thing is, I didn't want to go inside, not logically. I had a very strong feeling that it was a very terrible idea. I almost certainly knew it was a bad idea to go in. My impulsiveness told me to "go in, this is gonna be fun. She's very sexy and probably too young for me." She did put her hand on my leg when she reached over to shake my hand before getting out, then slide it up my thigh a little. This had to be deliberate because there's a foot-wide divider between the seats. I should have said "no" because I already knew that she's probably not mentally well, as evident by where I met her. I need to listen to logical me, but he's so boring all the time.