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>Be me
>12
>cradleofautism.jpeg
>go to friends house for thanksgiving
>a bunch of Christmas decorations already, like the inflatable santas
>I'm into girls but I have no idea how to talk to them without splerging out or being overly silly
>see this grill with us
>ask my friend (who's about 2 years younger than I am?) who she is
>says he knows her, says her name is Kathy or something like that
>we walk up to her
>I get up real close to her (btw we're outside because it was like 70 still in November that year) and put my foot on a rock right next to her
>so basically I cut everyone off from the conversation to have this girl look at my crotch and thigh
>should also point out that I was thick boned back then and skin like ivory
>ask her "so, Kathy, how old are you?"
>she smiled and said "25. And I'm married."
>mfw I hit on a married 25 year old like an autist
>I run inside, recognize her husband perfectly
>avoid her for the rest of my time there
