While shopping at Target in Arlington after work, This guy (who will not be named) who I went to High School with came up to me and started talking to me like we were best friends. No dude, we had English 3 together and you would always make fun of me for being in the Marching Band, the way I dressed, how I would read a book before class, how I always had a cup of tea with me, how nerdy my friends are, and so on. I thought it was torture just to sit next to you. I can take teasing, but you used to take it to the extreme. You wouldn’t even dare to talk to me outside of class because I was never cool enough for you and your football friends. Yet, you still had the nerve to ask for my number while standing in line and then proceed to take me on a date because you thought I looked beautiful tonight. Dude, I’ve been dressing the same way since Junior year. If you didn’t like me then for the way I appeared, then you don’t deserve to have my number or my time of day. I gave him a number, but I never said it was mine. ;)