When I was in high school, my parents didn't let me date, so naturally, I professed my feelings for every girl I had a crush on, even while knowing that I stood no chance with any of them. Super confident? Sure...Let's just say that my failure rate was a smooth 100%, except that one time when best friend decided to date the one girl who actually had feelings for me too. Classic. I probably should have quit right there and then. Signs from the universe, that sort of thing, but what can I say? I like to challenge myself/be stupid.
In any case, this meant that I had zero experience going into college, unless you count the endless hours I spent watching super realistic romantic comedies and Asian dramas. Clearly, I was ready. So, when a girl took interest in me (we'll call her Elle) and started hanging out with me, doing laundry and homework with me, and walking with me to class without me initiating a thing or saying a word, my natural response was, "Uh, hey guys, what's Elle's deal? Why does she keep following me around?" I mean, I don't like to brag about how well I read people, but let's just say that I'm a bit of an expert.
This lasted for several weeks (over a month) before I finally asked her, "Hey, uhm, do you want to go do something sometime? You know, other than study?" People, give me a break. I was a first-year college student. I could not have properly asked a girl out on a date if my life depended on it. I probably still can't now. We ended up dating for a shorter period of time than it took me to realize that Elle had feelings for me. But! To be fair, the latter period of time was quite protracted...mainly due to my own stupidity. I don't think it helped that I had no idea (probably still don't) how to date someone, which meant that I spent the majority of my time with her studying for history exams and doing calculus homework. I know, I'm such a romantic. It was definitely one of those storybook relationships.
(That face is the same one I had through all of this)