I got one for you bro
This was when I was in early second year of high school (a fail); I liked this Asian girl that was a year older than me. She would always call me cutie and lead me on as an orbiter (and I was very AFC and a great orbiter), I would see her time and again and she’d say hey cutie and we’d talk and id be really sprung.
Didn’t have a ton in common with her but at the time thought she was really good looking and into me and I liked when we would hug (god damn now it feels like “man I’ve come so far from that” lol).
There was a day we were in jazz class (in the band room, it’s like all rug so we were lying on the rugs watching a movie) and it was me and like 9 other people watching some romantic comedy movie. I had feelings that man I should ask this girl to be my girlfriend she’s so pretty and she seems really into me, and we always have these nice moments together; I saw in the movie (forget what the title was) that the guy goes to the girl at the end and it was some cheesy romantic comedy bullshit making you feel all kinds of “lovey dovey feels”.
Was watching and was like fuck it I should make my move!
I had an 8x12 index card (yes the kind you use for flash cards) and could only draw stick people because I suck at drawing: I drew stick me and stick her and like a house and a sun and a heart and “will you be mine” (was trying to be play cute, being a cutie like she seemed to like).
LOL
And then I texted her in class to meet her; she was a TA at the library met her in her office and was like you know
girl I like you, and we have a good thing going and do you want to be my girlfriend and gave her the stupid index card with stick person me and stick person her.
And she was like “oh that’s so sweet, I’m sorry I have a boyfriend” and I was crushed and really kind of sad after (but it only took an afternoon to get over it, and didn’t talk to her much after that). It was pretty much
https://www.girlschase.com/content/sad-tale-shopping-guy and I was shopping guy and there was a good reason that I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.
That’s a fail story of mine (early high school me); not an epic story or funny pickup story … but something memorable and funny thinking about it now