I was back in high school. A guy told me he liked me. I was ecstatic (obviously—no one has ever told me they liked me and meant it). I started talking to him, telling him this funny story (he brought up that I had taken someone else's chair in class, and I had a whole background to tell him about where I was desperate to get into the classroom early in order to get something and literally tried to climb up on the roof in order to get inside. I was caught and made to sit in for the rest of lunch as punishment, but not before encountering a race of tiny talking horses living on the roof. Yeah, I dunno.). But right away I noticed he didn't seem to care about what I was saying. He cracked a smile, but that was it. If I tried to touch him, his hand or arm, he'd move away. I became suspicious and confronted him about it, and he admitted he just couldn't bring himself to care. I asked him why he liked me then and he couldn't seem to give an answer.
