I remember that year, when I was in sixth grade, I went out with a girl to hang out, you could say it was a date, haha. Before going, I asked my friend who was in the second year of middle school what I should say to girls. He told me just one sentence, a sentence that would make a girl's heart flutter. I believed him.
On that day, I met the girl, and while chatting, I started saying the words that guy taught me.
I smiled and said: “Little sister, there's nowhere to go, come to my house to play, my bed is very big.”
After saying that, the girl first gave me two big slaps, and finally kicked me in the middle. I knelt down, really wanting to say, 'What! How could this happen!'
The girl said: 'I will never talk to you again, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person.'
I wanted to explain, but it seemed impossible. She left. After leaving that place, I transferred schools. Why? That incident had a culprit. I was still young and naive back then, but how could she know? Indeed, girls mature earlier than boys.
I really can't handle this.
Those years, the most embarrassing thing I experienced
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