Yes. here’s my story, and I’ve told it before.
I was in college, at SUNY New Paltz. I was slim and lithe and cute and friendly and social. I was friends with a young man. We saw each other every single day. We went for walks together. Studied together. I used to go and hang out in his room (I was a commuter) a lot, or he would meet me somewhere.
I was dreadfully attracted to him but wasn’t sure how to make the relationship progress. One day I toughened up and clumsily asked him out. I don’t remember the words but I either asked him for coffee off campus or a movie.
So he gives me this funny look, with dawning realization that I was attracted to him, and says…he can’t. Because he’s getting married. To a 40 YO Japanese woman (my friend was Chinese, and about 19 or 20; I was 18, I think). That was coming over from Japan - you know, like a fucking mail-order bride.
So he couldn’t, because he was ENGAGED!!!
Let me tell you, that crushed my self-esteem for a long time. Not only a denial but such a made-up story? Did he think I was going to buy it? Was I so terrible that he had to make up this ridiculous story? What did he think I was going to do if he just said “No, thanks,” or even, “I have a girlfriend back home.” Or just “I don’t feel about you that way.” That would have hurt, but the magnitude and the sheer obviousness of the lie just stunned me.
Or worse yet. What if the story was real? Had I been so naive and thought he liked me, when really, his thoughts were elsewhere? In short, what the fuck just happened?
I didn’t date anyone for the rest of my time at New Paltz. I just crawled back into my shell. I next dated at SUNY Albany, and he asked me, though I gave him plenty of signs.