I was a freshman in college trying to mind my own business and eat some dinner with my roommate when a guy we both new from high school came and asked if he could sit and eat with us. No problem. He’s a nice guy. In high school, he had tried to ask me out through a friend and through a few random situations, I had kind of figured that he had liked me. For some stupid reason, I had mentioned it to my loud mouth roommate, Penelope a while before this dining hall A.M. (that’s short for awkward memory). So Burt sat down to eat with us. At this point I don’t think his feelings for me were the same. During the course of the small talk that passed between the three of us, Penelope found it necessary to blurt out, “Hey, didn’t you say that Burt liked you in high school and tried to ask you out?” An awkward expression passed over Burt’s face as I felt metal welding degrees of heat rush to my face. This was awkward for two reasons: 1) It’s just awkward to have someone say that in front of the person you passively rejected a romantic relationship with IN FRONT OF THEM and 2) NOW HE KNOWS I TALKED ABOUT IT TO MY ROOMMATE AND SHE REMEMBERED IT ENOUGH TO BRING IT UP.