Here’s a story.
This one time, at a bar back home, I ran into two guys who had been friends with my brother in high school. I had a kindof ridiculous crush on one of them back in the day, which was odd because he wasn’t that cute or anything, but he was cool and he was older, and when you’re 14, that carries a lot of weight. Anyway, we’ll call him Guy A.
So, at the bar, Guy B is like “Yeah, Guy A used to always talk about how hot the thought you were,” or something like that. It was super awkward because at the time he said this, I had just become engaged. So, I was flattered, but also totally not interested. So, I said something equally awkward like, “That’s really nice, but I really don’t wanna know … you fucking pedophile.” (Dudes, I’m sorry. It seemed like a good idea at the time… in the bar…)
I was totally joking, and I was actually flattered, but I’m pretty sure that guy will never ever talk to me again. Oops.