I grok.
That brought to mind something that happened in 7th grade. We had just moved from North Dakota to New Jersey and a family up the street had moved in from Philadelphia. Ginny Fox (a fitting name). Thought I was cute and was moving way, way, way faster than I (she had an older sister). While I had a clue (having perused the girls underwear section of the Sears catalogue), I didn't have much more than a clue, and ran away (probably literally) in embarassment at what she was proposing, and then suffered some subsequent teasing as a result. Of course also kicked myself for a number of years thereafter for having missed my chance. Oh well. If you can't laugh at yourself, who can you laugh at? Had forgotten about that.
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