.....I don't exactly how I'm supposed to feel sorry for the girls, maybe the male wasn't ready or where so caught up being I'm live with them that they didn't realize they where invitations.
I once had a huge crush on a guy, and I wanted to go to homecoming with him really badly. He was the most awkward thing on the planet, and he liked me too, but neither of us knew what to do about it, so we limped along half-dating, complete with awkward compliments and all. (My favorite is probably when he told me I didn't look like a fat hairless cat.) I kept trying to ask him to homecoming without actually saying the words "Will you be my homecoming date", so I would drop hints asking him if he was going, if he had a group of friends to go with, Etc. Every time he would say he didn't think he would go, and I tried to encourage him to with little success. Fast forward to the homecoming game, which is the night before the dance. We are on the side of the field with the rest of the band getting ready to do halftime. I am talking to him and his cousin, who was the drum major, and had been trying to set us up for a really long time. He said he wanted to go to homecoming, but had never
bought a ticket because he couldn't get a date. Cue me turning to him with a da fuq kind of expression, and I finally said "Dude, I tried to ask you like seven times." He just makes this expression like he has been told all of the worlds secrets. His cousin beat him up, and to this day he is one of my best friends and it's undoubtedly the funniest thing that's ever happened to me.
Imagine number 5, except that instead of using his elbows he shouts "You underestimate my powers!" and uses his napkin again... And then she shouts back "You were the chosen one!" I don't know why this popped into my head.
On another note, number 9 and I can be bffs.