I had a shameful story at school. I crashed into a girl from the parallel (10th grade). I just liked it crazy. And to approach her, of course, I did not decide. He was very shy, although the language was suspended from a young age and there were no problems with communication. Friends did not want to admit to me as a sausage (youth prejudice about imaginary steaminess, cynicism, invulnerability), and feelings required some sort of expression. And I didn’t think of anything better than to start trolling my classmate and friend about the fact that it was he who fell in love with that girl. As soon as she and her friends were nearby, I immediately began to smile to describe the allegedly crazy appearance of my comrade, projecting on him my own heart whisper in a nutty. He urged him to come to them and talk to them. He was just joking, saying I was nonsense. Go, go, go when you need to. Where am I, of course? So it lasted more than six months, we already crossed in the 11th, and I didn't let everything go. From trolling I have already moved to the same, described in the post, complementary etudes. I started to motivate a friend, saying, what are you showering, guy, she is like a cool girl. The eyes, the figure, the smile. Come here. Invite him to a dance at the disco... And he turned everything around the whisky and laughed. You need to think about the upcoming arrival. Preparation for the exams (at the time there was no EGE). And I am a wing, a host, like a wing, warm to remember.

At another school discotheque, I got him, and he invited her to a slow. And she refused him. It served as a bit of a pin under my ass, and although it wasn’t ethical, I finally decided to approach it myself. She danced with me. We finally met. As happy as in the next couple of months, I have been only a couple of times in my life. And that’s a shame... Someone else really liked this girl too.