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This wasn’t really in pursuit of a crush. But still cringe nonetheless.
In 6th grade I brought beyblades with my date to the prom. I set up one of those plastic arenas like pic related at a table in the far corner of the gymnasium, and had a huge ziplock bag of beyblades. We pretty much just battled them the entire night instead of dancing. My autistic ass thought it would be fun since we were both nerdy, but she ghosted me after that fiasco.
