ah this reminds me of the time when i told my highschool crush about my interest in music. she was a pretty cute loner girl who had just moved from a smaller neighboring city and didn't have many friends. i happened to be assigned to sit next to her in one of the regular English classes, and i noticed that she was into the kind of stuff we were reading in that class. even though i know its kinda lame i instantly was attracted to her and would always wait for it to be her turn to discuss the readings.
anyways one day i got the courage to ask her about music and what stuff she liked and what not, and we really hit it off. I remember she was into pink floyd and the smiths, which arent my favorites but i played along because of course i liked her. in the next few weeks we would chat after class and she seemed to reciprocate in the conversations. after some time she invited me over to her house because her parents were gone to eat that evening and she wanted "to put on some records and show me her guitar" obviously i accepted and it turned out she didnt live far from me so i just walked to her house after school. I got to her house and she was waiting at the door and let me in. Upon entering the house she darted up the stairs so i followed. There were only 3 rooms at the top of the stairs one with the door open. So i was like what the heck and walked in. It appeared to be her room but i thought it strange, because there was no guitar, no posters, nothing. When i turned around to check the other rooms she was blocking the door half naked. She smiled at me and then clubbed me to death with a tire iron.