Check this story out. So freaking embarrassing.

I was in college and my gf had recently broken up with me, so I was just grieving the loss by bouncing around clubs to see who I would run into since my ex I and would always go to the same club/bar with the same social group. As I walked into one club, I saw a girl I had worked on a project with. Btw, she was gorgeous and always very nice and sweet with me. She said hi and asked me what I was doing alone. I told her that I had just broken up with my gf, so I wanted to try out new places. She got really happy, was welcoming, gave me her drink to drink out of, and told me I could hang out with her and her friends for a while. I was happy I had a friend of my own that was caring when I was going through a tough time. We chilled and danced that night away. At last call, I had to figure out a ride home. She said her friend was driving her home, offered to take me back to her place, and she’d take me home in the morning, so I take it. I was broke broke, and cabs were way too expensive.

We get to her place, and I ask if I can have some sheets for the couch. She says she doesn’t have any, but I can share the bed with her. I get in her room and it’s a twin size, so I ask her if she’s really okay with it. I was in the Marine Corps and can sleep anywhere. She gets under the cover and tells me to get in. I ask if it’s okay if I sleep in boxers because jeans are too uncomfortable. She makes a silly face and says, “Duh!” I take off my pants, get in bed, give her my back, and pass out. The next morning, she was so weird with me and gave me a ride home. Maybe she was really hung over? I know I was. After that, she didn’t really want to talk to me anymore.

A week later, my ex tries to get back with me but says that her friend saw me with the girl. I got happy and said that I was with the girl because I knew her from class, she was really nice, and even gave me a ride to her place to sleep off the night then took me home the next day. See, I’m not the loser that needed her for friends like she would tell me. My ex gets so upset about it, interrogating me for details. I’m open as hell about it because I didn’t see anything wrong. In fact, I was proud that I had cool friends that looked out for me even without my ex. She’s super upset now and discusses it with her parents, who tell her that I was just trying to know if I was still wanted. She then forgives me. I’m like what for?

This was not the only time a girl was really nice and let me sleep in her bed and then didn’t want to talk to me after that. Do I snore a lot? Maybe I move a lot when I’m sleeping. Sometimes, when girls would offer for me to stay at their place, I would warn them by telling them that I think I snore a lot. If I do, just wake me up.

Years later, I’m telling my roommate about how weird the girls in undergrad were and that they were so flaky. One day they’re your friend; the next day they don’t respond to text messages. He tells me why they would get upset, I’m thinking, “Hmmm, maybe?” Years after that, I realized what happened by reading other people’s similar stories. 🤦

#JustAutismThings

Edit: @[email protected], you’re going to like this one.

Holy shit, I’m pretty clueless, but you take the cake!

Nah she just wanted to be comfortable without a bra and hug you, that is all! /j

This one time in university i was in a train back home. Cute girl is sitting next to me and i had some reading to do for calculus so i open up the chapter and make some headway on my work as the trip was going to be 3 hours.

I overhear her conversation on the phone. She says she’s going to my hometown and she doesn’t know where X place is. X place is super popular. When her conversation ends i say, sorry for overhearing your conversation but if you need help getting to X i can give you directions. She asks me to give her directions i do and she thanks me.

She starts asking me some questions about my home town and i tell her. Then I’m like, ok I guess she’s done and go back to reading. She tries once more to ask questions about my calculus book. I’m wondering why is she so into calculus. The conversation fizzles out and we sit quietly for the remainder of the trip.

The neuron that was supposed to fire to warn me of being hit on fires when I’m hailing a cab at my destination. I still think about how i totally missed it and she was really cute. I guess it wasn’t calculus that she was into…

I used to be opposite, where I would constantly mistake friendliness with potential romantic interest. After I got rejected and messed a budding friendship one too many times, I went the complete opposite route and decided not to expect romantic interest unless the woman was very very explicit about it.