[Plain Old Jane]

Just saw a topic of the same name on SA and thought it'd be racious to read your non smoothness as a young person, I'll go first.

its sophomore year of HS, at this time, I have absolutely 0 social skill with dating, I'm relatively goth-punk at the time and I'm in Chemistry.

Half way through the year a new girl comes into a class, her name is kelly and shes as punky as I am, with BRIGHT red hair, which floats meh boat.
I caught her staring at me once or twice during the first class and decided to try being nice, so after class, she hangs around. I introduce myself and say Hi my name is whatever, welcome to class. She says Hi I'm kelly, I have to run, but its nice meeting ya, and she leaves taking an extra moment to look back at me which I found wierd since at this time, in addition to the complete social retardation, I couldnt understand how anyone could like me, which still plagues me to this day, but I try not to think about it as much.

after the weekend, I'm in the office in the morning paying up for some manner of chemistry material I dropped, and I look at the clock out the corner of my eye and I catch her reflection in my sunglasses looking at... my bum?!

I smile and say, "Hi Kelly" and turn to walk out seeing her face kinda redden. So far, inadvertantly smooth, I thought it was more funny than... the fact that it had potential.

After class that day I go to my locker and she follows me, I start digging through the not organized at all locker looking for a bag of.... oregano... ::wily eyes::

as I lean down she says to me, "you know, I ---- - ---sh -- -ou?" was all I heard, I snap back up feeling dumb for having missed the question, "What?" I stammer out.

She says never mind and walks away, we never spoke to eachother about it again.

"you know I have a crush on you?" is what she said I later discerned from memory.

frikkin idiot...