When I was in high school, a girl called me at home and this embarrassing conversation happened:

Her: So, this girl I know likes this guy I know, but he doesn’t seem to get any of her hints. What should she do to tell him she likes him?

Me: uh, I dunno, just tell him she likes him?

Her: …like, “I like you?” Just like that?

Me: yeah

Her: I like you.

Me: yeah, you got it, just tell her to tell him that and she’ll be all set.

Her: …

Me: …was there anything else?

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The first girlfriend I had (not her) pulled me aside angrily in the hallway between classes and said something like “listen, I’ve been hitting on you for two weeks now and everyone else thinks we get along like gangbusters, I’m going insane; do you wanna go out with me or not?”
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Anyways, I learned a few years ago I’m on the spectrum and it really helped give a lot of context for me and my dumbass.

If it weren’t for pre-shitty OKCupid I’d probably not be married rn