Back when I was in middle school, there was this awkward girl who had a crush on me. We had English class together and I loved that class because I peaked in writing and really enjoyed sharing my stories with everybody.
Towards the end of the school year we started presenting poems. This girl, (let's call her Heather), raised her hand to go first. Heather was a really quiet person, and I don't think I had more than one conversation with her before this. But her poem was called something like "Hiding in the shadows". It was all about how amazing I was and how she was too shy to talk to me.
Of course, my assigned seat was in the very front and at the end of the poem she asked me out. I politely answered no.