I was wishing a classmate condolences over the death of his aunt on Facebook when a very cute high school classmate (she still is pretty) sent me a friend request. We exchanged pleasantries, then she told me that she has a crush on me back in the day. For longer than I care to admit, I was the epitome of a non-sexually active nerd. It's nice to know I had an admirer, but dang, shoulda woulda coulda!
Don't sweat it. I too ignored hints from "babes" because I was too busy hanging out at the arcade (Defender STILL rules), playing Dungeons & Dragons, or putting together the next great metal band. I guess my point is that doing those things made me happier (then) than playing Valentino. When my old friends and I talk about those days, we seem to gravitate to all the---ahem---totally awesome bands we were in, etc. None of us seem to remember the names of the girls we dated back then----but we remember all the stupid band and song names we came up with!
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