I remember it well, cos shortly after she rejected me the Columbine shooting happened (about 2/3 weeks after).
So I started working there (Tesco) at 21.
A few aisles down from me worked a blonde girl on the perfume and cd kiosk. I instantly thought she was cute but a bit outta my league, so I never approached or hit on her. She was 17 as well. I just put my head down and got on with my job. Nobody ever approached me. She looked similar to this but with blonde hair..
After about 4 months inp working there, she approached my work colleague right in front of me (like 4 metres away) and asked him how old I was and wether I was at college or high school. When my work colleague replied "he's 21" she replied back "21! I thought he was about 16!".
I took that as her disapproval.
Then fast forward another 3 months and she starts giving me bitch faces, a nasty look. Then she dissed me when she was talking to her female colleague as I walked passed them both onetimep. She said "he's so gay" not in a playful manner, but in a rude way.
I wondered why she said that about me as I did nothing of malice to her, and I mistakenly thought it was a sign of interest (women only call you gay if they feel rejected by you was my thought process). As I never approached her or hit on her, I thought maybe she feels unwanted by me and that she secretly likes me. Eventually I approached her and asked her out, I said something like "I find you attractive, wanna go out over the weekend sometime", to which she immediately replied I'm not looking to date at the moment, srrrrrrry".
Eventually I left in early 2000. 7 years later when Facebook came out I banged in her name and saw her now happily married to huge Chad of 6'5, literally a cross between British chef James Martin and Tom Brady of the NFL. He masculinity mogged me to mars and back.
I then realised she insulted me and called gay was not a sign of interest, but a direct nasty attack on my unmanly looks of the time (130lbs, small frame, babyface/gayface). Brutal and savage. I can never erase this memory.... If I'd been 180lbs, chadlite, 6'2 she probably would've dated me and I wouldn't have fallen into a deep cycle of morbid depression.
So I started working there (Tesco) at 21.
A few aisles down from me worked a blonde girl on the perfume and cd kiosk. I instantly thought she was cute but a bit outta my league, so I never approached or hit on her. She was 17 as well. I just put my head down and got on with my job. Nobody ever approached me. She looked similar to this but with blonde hair..
After about 4 months inp working there, she approached my work colleague right in front of me (like 4 metres away) and asked him how old I was and wether I was at college or high school. When my work colleague replied "he's 21" she replied back "21! I thought he was about 16!".
I took that as her disapproval.
Then fast forward another 3 months and she starts giving me bitch faces, a nasty look. Then she dissed me when she was talking to her female colleague as I walked passed them both onetimep. She said "he's so gay" not in a playful manner, but in a rude way.
I wondered why she said that about me as I did nothing of malice to her, and I mistakenly thought it was a sign of interest (women only call you gay if they feel rejected by you was my thought process). As I never approached her or hit on her, I thought maybe she feels unwanted by me and that she secretly likes me. Eventually I approached her and asked her out, I said something like "I find you attractive, wanna go out over the weekend sometime", to which she immediately replied I'm not looking to date at the moment, srrrrrrry".
Eventually I left in early 2000. 7 years later when Facebook came out I banged in her name and saw her now happily married to huge Chad of 6'5, literally a cross between British chef James Martin and Tom Brady of the NFL. He masculinity mogged me to mars and back.
I then realised she insulted me and called gay was not a sign of interest, but a direct nasty attack on my unmanly looks of the time (130lbs, small frame, babyface/gayface). Brutal and savage. I can never erase this memory.... If I'd been 180lbs, chadlite, 6'2 she probably would've dated me and I wouldn't have fallen into a deep cycle of morbid depression.
