When I was a freshman in high school, I had the biggest crush on this guy. We'll call him Terrance. He was about six foot two, nice build, cute face, and he could sing really well. I didn't actually know him, I just sort of admired him from afar.
Then one day I let my friend hype me up to talk to him. I don't know how they do things in high school these days, but back then everybody wrote notes to each other and folded them like the ones in the picture ^up there. (Some of y'all know what I'm talking about). So I wrote him a nice little note. It said something like, "I know you don't really know me, but I've seen you around school. I think you're really cute & you seem like a nice guy. I was wondering if you have a date to the dance, and if you'd like to go with me. Here's my number, give me a call so we can talk about it." I was terrified when I handed that note to him, but he was nice about it, and I couldn't wait for him to call me that night, but he didn't.
So when I saw him at lunch time the following day we said hi to each other & I asked, "How come you didn't call me?" He replied, "I was gonna call you, but I don't know what I did with the note you gave me." I didn't think it was a big deal, I just wrote my number down for him and gave it to him again like "Here ya go. Try not to lose it this time, hardy har har" and that was that. . . But he still didn't call. I thought it would have been a lot cooler for him to just tell me straight up that he wasn't checking for me like that, but whatever. I took the hint and left him alone.
To my surprise in the days that followed, Terrance started acting like a total jerk to me. He bragged to people about the fact that I'd asked him about going to the dance with me, he laughed about how he'd never go out with me, he made some very cruel jokes at my expense, and one day he snuck up behind me with a cigarette lighter and flicked it at my hair (it burned a piece of my hair off, but it was just a little piece - thank GOD!) I couldn't believe I'd ever even been interested in such a boy. At any rate, he eventually stopped messing with me all the time, and my school life returned to normal.
Fast forward to my freshman year of college. The first day of classes, I stepped onto the campus and who did I see but Terrance? I noticed him but I wasn't going to say anything. But then he walked up to me and said, "Angela? Angela Davis?" I gave a fake smile and replied, "That's me!" He looked me up and down and said, "I thought that was you, but I wasn't too sure. You look good! Way better than you did in high school! You must have been drinking milk!" with a chuckle. I looked at him, and my mouth said, "gee thanks" but my mind said, "Dude, is that seriously your idea of giving me a compliment? Sheesh!" After a couple of minutes of extremely awkward smalltalk he then said to me, "Let me give you my number. Maybe we can go out sometimes, catch a movie or something." To which I replied, "Ok sure" and took his phone number. But I had absolutely no intention of ever giving him a call.
A couple of days later bumped into each other on campus he asked, "Hey! Why haven't you called?" I replied, "I was gonna call you, but I don't know what I did with that little piece of paper you gave me." He said, "Oh no problem," and he wrote his number on another slip of paper. He handed it to me and said, "Here you go. Don't lose it this time. Give me a call ok?" I said "Okaaay" (like Craig's mama from "Friday"), took the number, and walked away with a smirk on my face.
The next time we saw each other, neither of us said hi, we just looked past each other and kept walking. He clearly got the hint that I wasn't interested, and that I was giving him the cold shoulder just like he'd done to me years before. Was that petty of me? Maybe so, but at the time I felt that he deserved it and that it made us even. That was so many years ago, but I still find it amazing how anybody could have the audacity to ask a person out after treating them so badly. It's a trip how tables turn sometimes.