I had been crushing on this guy in my Chem class for weeks, and after talking my roommate’s ear off about him, had finally decided to ask him out. We had talked in lab and after lecture, and a few times even sat in the library together and worked on homework. I had tried so many times to just do it. I would always say “what’s the worst that could happen?” But then crazy scenarios of him roaring with laughter in the middle of a packed lecture would play out in my head and I would chicken out. I figured I would be more confident in my own space, so I invited him over to hang out and “study” for the exam we had the next day.
I had everything set. I made a light dinner for the two of us, had all of my study materials out, and the vibe in the room felt right. He got to my place like 15 minutes late, saying that he had gotten caught up with some friends of his. We ate and watched some tv, then I suggested that we start studying. We were using my notes to go over the review questions. We were about 20 minutes in, when he abruptly looked at his phone and said that he had to take off. I was so taken aback, he just started packing an mumbling something about a curfew. It made sense because he was on the baseball team, I just wished he would have said something earlier. I felt like my chance was slipping away. I got panicked and just kissed him! He pulled away after a few seconds and just looked baffled. All he said after that was “uh…yea…I’ll see you in class.” I sat back down on the couch and started going over what had happened: Was it too much? Did he like me? Did he like the kiss? What now? Should I call him or something? And where the hell is my notebook?! I quickly searched the table, couch, floor, and the surrounding area for my notes but they were gone. My crush must have accidentally grabbed my notebook. I had to catch him and get it back, everything I needed for my exam was in there. I looked outside but he was gone. I called him but he didn’t answer. Things had just become 100 times worse. I must have called and texted him 10 times but he never responded. I had no other choice but to try to get what I could from my book. My roommate called me around 1 AM, asking if I had had my study date with him. I told her yea, but that things had been cut short because of his curfew. She got really quiet for a moment, then said that she had just seen him leaving a bar with some girl all over him. I was so hurt, I just started crying like a baby. He had lied, ditched me to go hang out with some girl, and he had my notebook somewhere! I curled up in my blanket and cried myself to sleep.
I got up the next morning and headed over to the Chem lecture hall. I saw my crush sitting with another guy. I walked over to him and said a nervous “hi.” He gave me a half smile and handed my notebook to me. “Sorry about that, I was in a rush. But I did manage to get some late night studying in.” I was pissed that I only had about 10 minutes to study, but I didn’t want it to show. I just smiled and said, “maybe next time we’ll use your notebook instead. haha!” He didn’t laugh, he just hung his head a little and said “That was a little uncomfortable and weird for me. You’re cool and all, but it’s just not like that between us.” I had nothing to say. I just turned and walked as fast as I could to a seat across the lecture hall. I tried cramming, but could only get through a page or two. I failed that test miserably. So, I had been blown off, had my notes taken, lied to, turned down, and failed an important exam within 24 hours.