I was lucky enough to have a couple of stoner friends in a few of my science classes in high school. I say that only because the stoner kids I knew were always very nice, pretty smart, and fun to goof off with in class while still getting good grades. Don't do drugs kids!
Anyhoo, despite having a couple of stoner kids for friends I was a pretty uptight dude back then. There was this one time we were working on a project and a girl came in with a note for something or other. I can't remember how the conversation started but, to be mischievous and obnoxious, one of the friends called loudly when she walked by "hey this guy thinks your cute!". Being the uptight dude I was I needlessly denied the accusation vehemently. I say "needless" because it was obvious he was just messing around and, really, nobody cared.
But the truth is, I did think was cute. And I let that random girl who I thought was cute leave the room, and leave my life forever.
And that is the story of how I didn't meet your mother.
