Was still underage B& back then, perhaps 14. My sister threw a house party and the girl that I had a crush on showed up to it. I was never into parties so much, but decided to mingle with the attendants. Long story short, I ended up trying to ask her out. The unfortunate part was the fact that she was emaciated, pissed as hell from some kind of shit happening with her boyfriend earlier that night, and carrying a pocketknife. The knife only penetrated like an inch though, perhaps less, so I was (unfortunately) ok. I think the bitch is in rehab lately, like most of the females in my area.
I do wish the story was more interesting. I've asked only three girls out since then, but no luck. I can't seem to speak to girls like they're human. (i.e. distant, overly formal, afraid to joke)