I was terrible in every aspect of females until late in high school. A typical conversation would go as follows:
Me: So, do you like...bread? I've got a french loaf....ok....bye....I love you (whispered)
The worst story happened at an eighth grade graduation party I went to. Apparently I had been "dating" someone for a month. (Please keep in mind that we had never hung out, spoke on the phone or said more than "hi" in the hallway) Everyone at the party said that we had to make out, so we were thrown in the closet toghether (against our will) And here's the weird part...TO THIS DAY I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. I made out with something....it was her, but not necessarily her mouth....it just didn't feel right.....If I had to guess, i'd say it was her nose, but agan, I have no confirmation on this....
Oh yeah, then I had a four year dry spell....but I'll save that for another day...