What was the most cringe way that someone ever tried to ask you out?

In the seventh grade, I was a very awkward child. Kind of chubby, no fashion sense, and my face

generally resembled that of a gorilla. I'd already accepted the fact that boys weren't going to

like me. One day I was hanging out with a guy friend, Richard. Richard was a sweet kid and pretty cute,

and I'd met him through another friend. It was just Richard and me chilling in a hallway when he

suddenly asked me to the school dance that was happening on a Friday. I couldn't believe it. A cute guy

had just asked me to a dance? Are you sure this was real life? Say yes, you idiot. Say yes. So, of course, I did what any reasonable

13-year-old girl would do. I screamed and ran away. Richard didn't want to hang out with me

again after that, and I still feel bad about it to this day. A decade later. Went to a guy's

house to do a project in high school. It involved the internet, and while he sat

next to me, I tried to navigate to Google. Unfortunately, the address bar auto-filled and took me to

his last Google search. Page two of results for my name. Every link had been clicked. We both just

sat in silence. I think he should have said, well, I had to make sure you

weren't a murderer before letting you into my house. I mean, he would have still been creepy,

but you'd be the suspected murderer. I managed a cafe that was located about an hour or something's

drive from my house. There was this guy you had it really bad for me. He came in a couple of times

a day and refused to be served by any of my staff. Just me. Anyway, as if that wasn't bad enough, one day during the winter, it got very icy, so I decided to not drive home, but stay in a B&B instead. Safety and crap, you know? Don't ask me how, but he found out and stayed in the same B&B. I was woken up by him banging on my door. When I opened, he stands there fuming about how I don't trust him, or why else would I lock the door to my room during the night? Now, who doesn't lock the door in a B&B? Also, well, Duh, guess what? He obviously tried the door. What the frick, man. Also, by the time I made it to work

the next morning, a two-minute walk from the B&B, he had already managed to tell a good portion of

the townies that he and I had spent the night together. This guy actually scared the crap out of me.

I regularly passed up other people working on the same street to not have to walk to the parking lot

alone. I'm not working

there anymore, and since I'm living far away, I saw him driving through my town last summer once,

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