During my first year of college, there was this girl who would not stop teasing me, she would put her arms around me, smile at me and try to start conversations, until one day she got angry I never said anything her, so she pushed me and stopped altogether.

She was a turbo-normie partying stacy, while I was an introverted, badly dressed metalhead with a long messy emo hair. Our personalities were polar opposites, so I didn't understand why she was so interested, the whole thing was very awkward and never understood what I was supposed to do.

Nine years later I am still an incel that never had a gf