I always had more male friends than girl friends . . . even to this day. But because of my extreme lack of experience in quixotic interaction with the opposite sex I didn’t know how to react when one actually approached me.
Another time, a very handsome young man invited me to go to a dance. I agreed to go with him; he was a little older than me and quite a hotty. In the meantime, we passed little notes back and forth. Me, in my innocence and naïveté, didn’t quite comprehend the innuendo and depth of his flirtations. Somewhere along the line . . . probably when he said he would bring a blanket and we’d sneak out of the dance in order to employ said blanket . . . did I realize he anticipated, nay expected, to get lucky. Holy cow, I almost died. Fear not, my virtue remained intact for years after . . . well, a couple years anyway.
The first guy I ever really liked that way was one of my best friend’s boyfriend . . . he was my bestest friend but we never went beyond that for obvious reasons. See? I did have some modicum of class; although we did have a pretty intense smooch session right before I moved away. I guess he liked me too that way.
Anyhoo . . . the point is . . . well, there really is no point . . . just a little anecdote about myself. I hope you enjoy my awkwardness.