Honestly I have way too many, most of them there may not have been much there, but I managed to kill whatever small sliver of attraction she had. Here's two of my favorites.
>6th grade, 12yo
>See this spic kid I know
>asks me if we can talk about something
>he's pretty cool so I say sure, what's up?
>I can't tell you right now, we have to go to the cafeteria
>follow him to cafeteria as it was coincidentally lunchtime
>ask him what the fuck is up because he's being strangely avoidant and won't tell me what's wrong
>I need you to talk to "my girl"
>brings me to this qt from one of our classes
>keep in mind I am 12 years old and have basically no relationship experience or context whatsoever, I was attracted to girls but I had no idea what I was supposed to do Still don't
>I start to speedwalk away, nopenopenope
>he yells "Come over, he's getting away!" and grabs me
>panic level at maximum
>this popular, attractive girl walks up and looks at me
>asks me in the most sheepish voice "Do you like me?"
>in my state of panic and young age, I had the same reaction that I would if she asked "Were you stealing my underwear and masturbating in them?"
>feel relief that I was not asked something like that, laugh and say no because while she was cute I liked someone else
>she looks disappointed as I walk away
She was always a bitch to me for the rest of middle school. I forgot about this incident and I never knew why she hated me until a few years ago when I remembered this.
>sophomore year of college, Post too long. Click here to view the full text.