I've got another Valentine's day story for you guys. There was this one girl I knew in university. I was a few years older than her, and was actually her TA once. Anyhow, it was the end of the school day and I bumped into her in the hallway and we got to chatting. She inquires what I'm up to for the night, and I say nothing much, probably just homework. She seems surprised at my answer, saying she thought for sure I must have a girlfriend. After all, I seem like such a nice guy, I'm a dancer, always seen hanging around with other girls, etc. blah blah blah. I feel like there's a bit of prodding in the conversation, so I dig back with my own and find out she's single now (she's had a boyfriend for most of the time that I've known her).
So alright, the tone is definitely more flirty now that we've both established that the other is single. We continue talking, and THREE HOURS go by. This whole time, there are a lot of hints going both ways, we're talking about relationships, valentine's day in general, etc. A couple times I put my arm around her shoulder and she leans into it. I'm thinking in my head "dude, go for it! the signs are all there!" but I keep second guessing myself.
Anyhow, by the end of the third hour our stomachs are growling. It seems like we should part ways, if reluctantly, then she leans up against me (with my arm still around her) and with a big sigh... "I wish I had plans tonight"... so ok, I figure if that wasn't the most obvious sign in the world then I should turn in my man card and give up. So I look at her and say why don't we head up to the restaurant on campus and continue our chat there. Seemed like a good idea in my head; no pressure, and we were having a good time up 'til then.
She looks at me all shocked, then hits me with the bomb: "Oh... I didn't mean with you." A second later she realized just how much of a burn that was, then excused herself to go study and ran off.
I must have stood in the hallway for a good five minutes afterwards. I was looking around for a hidden camera because I must have been the victim of a cruel joke. I wasn't even angry; it was more shock at being used like the punchline to a three hour long joke.