My junior year of high school, I had a crush on a gal who was very popular. And some group was doing a fundraiser where you could buy a rose for a dollar and it would be delivered to that student in whichever class you wanted.

Well, since she and I had algebra at the same time, that's the time I picked.

So, Valentines Day arrived, and the flower was delivered. And she never spoke to me again.

So, Debbie Tate, wherever you are. I forgive you. It was only about 18 more months of awkwardness until graduation.

Anybody else been shot down?