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TIFU by actually trying to teach a girl guitar

Obligatory: this was ~20 years ago

Back when I'd been playing guitar for about 2 years, I (16F) was incorrectly confident in my abilities. However, a girl (15F, who I will call Sara) that went to a different high school made friends with me on MySpace and really wanted to learn. I asked Sara if there was anything she wanted to learn and she said she wanted to learn some Buckcherry song so I learned it as best as I could but printed out the guitar tabs (essentially noob sheet music) just in case. She then invited me over to her place that weekend and I accepted, my parents told me to be careful though.

It was know at the time that I am lesbian and she deemed it relevant so the day before she messages me "my parents won't be home, but I'm watching my younger brother, no funny business ;P". Being absolutely respectful (and not wanting to be a predatory gay) I respond "oh of course not, wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." I had no plans to hit on her, since all she asked for a guitar lesson.

Day of, I pack up my acoustic guitar, the tabs, an extra tuner, and head to her address...which she did not mention was on the military base. They ask who I'm there to see and all I have is her first name "Uhhhh...Sara? She's my age and uhhhh..." so the privates at the gate turn me away. I spend about an hour trying to reach her but I didn't have a cell phone or enough money for the payphone at the nearby gas station for a long distance call (she had an out of town area code). The pay phone operator took pitty on me and patched me through anyways and she calls the guys at the gate to let me through and then meets me part way to her place to make sure I don't get lost.

After getting in, she reminds me that her brother is upstairs and not to "make a move or anything, it'd be weird haha." I just smile and laugh, then the lesson begins with me teaching her how to tune and showing her some basic thing. I was a little all over the place since it was my first ever time giving a lesson but I thought it was generally informative. About 40 minutes in the lesson, she starts to get ancy and says, "oh look at the time, you should get out of here before my parents get home." I was a little confused because she said we'd have two hours to learn as I arrived but I was in a stranger's home so I took my leave.

She messages me the next day on MySpace, "y'know, I was kinda hoping you'd make a move, I was kind of into you :'(". She blocked me before I could explain.

TL;DR: In high school, a girl I was friends with on MySpace asked for a guitar lesson, which I. Turns out she was looking for romance despite repeatedly saying "don't make a move." She blocked me afterwards.

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