This one time in high school, a guy — trying to be cute — asked me to choose between a new box of markers or a date with him. His plan was foiled when I chose the markers.
I wasn't completely socially inept in high school — I had friends, took part in after-school activities, etc. — but when it came to the opposite sex (when it wasn't 100 percent platonic on both sides), I can only describe myself as a cross between Hermione, Josie Grossie, and Chris Brander in Just Friends. If I wasn't friend-zoned, I was running away (literally) from any sort of interested parties and having awkward interactions with guys I crushed on from afar. Spoiler alert: I didn't have my first kiss until college. With the hopes that others will relate to my excruciatingly embarrassing high school experience, allow me to share my journey. To my fellow late bloomers, let's take a walk down memory lane, shall we?