This becomes the problem when telling the first story, as this was a long time ago. The way I remember it, we came to at roughly the same time - but while we’re talking about time and its perceptual quirks, memory is also a weird/not 100% reliable thing.
The only thing that makes me think I’m not misremembering that is the pizza aspect - both of us didn’t hear the pizza guy, and there were some missed calls from the pizza place. You’d figure at least one of us would’ve reacted to that and/or knocks/doorbell rings.
I won’t lie - the situation between me and this girl was an odd one, that in many ways shaped what the next several years afterwards looked like for me (would rather not get into that, but if you pick the most generic boy-meets-girl-at-wrong-time trope you can think of, you’ll probably be pretty close). And the rest of the evening in question after this experience was a highlight to that story. Given that, sometimes I entertain the idea of dimensional shift stuff, some blip that manifests as a perceptual oddity when a critical fork in ‘destiny’ occurs.
But I only ever really entertain it as a hippyish food for thought thing - I find it too outlandish to take seriously when “You both fell asleep smoking pot, didn’t realize you fell asleep, and woke up around the same time” is far more plausible/grounded, even if as I say the words there’s a nagging discomfort (much, much less at this point obviously).
Killer Klowns from Outer Space. I was in kindergarten and had a very inattentive babysitter.
Boy, that movie will seriously stick with you when your typical fare was Barney related. It’s really the grounding for me having any memories of that period of my life at this point, lol.