Being picked up. At uni once we were all a bit drunk, the boys started picking us up. (They were all good guys, none of them would have done it if we hadn't been squealing and laughing.) One of them picked me up, carried me over to the guy I had a sort of thing going on with, passed me over and said, "Here, mate, she's yours." Guy then carried me upstairs to his bedroom and oh my God I still dream about it.