A boy you had a crush on...where is he now?

I once liked a guy....

He would look for me in the same building that we had class in together.

He would ask me to dinner.

He invited me to watch basketball game at his house. Who cares that I don't really like basketball. At all. Least favorite sport to watch....okay, not totally true. Wrestling is number one. Basketball is a close second.

Then I invited him to dinner at my house. My sister and I made enchiladas. So good! He took a bite, raved about how great it was. Then took another bite. This time, leaving a dangling string of cheese on his chin. My sister busted out laughing, but then had to leave.

I noticed her and then it and then tried to suck in my cheeks and not laugh. I would have said something immediately, but my sister had made it extremely awkward to do so. But then me giggling, unable to hold it in, eventually told him.

He didn't call me after that. He didn't look for me in the halls. He didn't invite me to his place.

Sigh....

What can I say, not everyone likes my enchiladas.