I did. She was the artistic goth girl of my dreams, incredibly beautiful and kind. I can still remember a photo she sent me, wearing a heather gray shirt, her hair falling over one eye, and just how green the other one was. I think that’s what scared me into never acting on it, just how painful that rejection would’ve been.
Years later I found out she felt the same way at the time. In hindsight I should’ve figured it out—we’d spend whole nights talking on AIM till the sun came up, that should’ve been a clue.
That was a painful lesson, but I made an effort to be less hesitant after that. Didn’t always work out of course, but it led to a lot of good experiences I might have missed out on otherwise.