In my Junior year of high school, I had the biggest crush on my AP Lang teacher. She was cute as fuck, really smart and witty, and had a killer sense of style. Youth and hormones/testosterone had a grip on me back then, so I semi-seriously asked if she wanted to go get something to eat after school. I was the smart-ass in the class, always cracking jokes (which she though was funny: a bonus to my inflated ego), so she just took it as a joke and laughed, so I just played along and made a joke of it.
Soon bitch. . . .