In high school, I went to a school play with a girl from my clique. She thought it was a date, because as soon as the lights went down, she grabbed my hand. I thought, “What the hell?  She’s kind of pretty.” When the lights came back up, I realized that pretty as she was, I simply wasn’t attracted to her.

—Jason

Aftermath: She “broke up” with me the following Monday (we hadn’t spoken all weekend). I think we both wanted something that wasn’t there. We actually were better friends after that, though.

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