In the ninth grade, I noticed an attractive popular girl seemed to be glancing my way a lot. Over the course of a few days, I went from playing it cool to looking back and smiling at her. About a week later I realized her boyfriend was sitting on the other side of me and I was just in her line of sight.
I spent 5yrs in the same class with a girl that was considered to be the prettiest looking girl in the school. I, like most of my fellow students, had the biggest crush on her.
I could not talk to her, to me she was unapproachable. She was friendly, smart and a kind person, but I still felt unable to speak to her.
Fastforward a couple of years, I'm in my late teens, I'm quite popular, quite outgoing and out with a large group of friends. We were in a pub and I had just purchased some refreshments for myself and a few others and as I'm walking back to my group I hear a 'hey how are you?' It was her, still beautiful, sitting with a group of friends asking after me.
What did I do? I fucking blanked her like she didn't fucking exist. I even heard her say as I walked by like some arrogant bellend, 'oh alrighty then'.' Twenty years later I feel sick thinking about what a pussy I was. Amazing how even then, as a cocksure young man she reduced me back to a shy schoolboy who couldn't even say hello to her.
Reminds me of the time a hot chick at a gas station asked if I was single and then asked for my number. Her friend even said "awww, true love". I thought I was being smooth when I said I'd give her a call if I won the lotto I was buying a ticket for. Then I turned around and walked out, never got her number. I dissed the fuck out of her on accident.
Women in general just give me a concerned look when they look at me so those guys did pretty good!
That man released all Eight Gates.
I can't date anyone who decides what laptop to buy in that little time.
Man, that reminds me. I was at work at a small grocery store, and this cute girl comes up to me and asks me about something. So, I show her around, help her find all her stuff, etc. After she gets to the checkout and pays for her stuff and turns to me . "Can I , like, get your number?"
Now by this point I'm in full salesman mode. It also doesn't help that I'm 16 and it looks like she could be over 18, but you never can tell these days.
I gave her the store's number on a business card and wished her a good day.
You should have seen the look on my boss's face. Holy shit. I never lived that one down.