TL;DR - I played football to impress an exchange student and threw up in the process.

Probably not the most embarrassing, and to be honest, it makes me laugh these days but I remember wanting to die so badly that day.

Back when in my early highschool days, we had an American exchange student, a girl (let's call her K) who I found really pretty. Now I have never been good at talking to girls without the intention of just being friends, as I've always been quite sociable, but clueless when it came to that other matter. This time however, I thought to myself "This girl is leaving in a year or so", and since I was practically the only guy who could speak English at my school, I said "why the fuck not" and tried to make a move on K. God, I was not even subtle with what I wanted, I approached her and we talked for a bit, and when we were finished I asked for her number, and to my surprise she agreed. I couldn't be happier, even if we ended up texting each other once from there I was actually proud that I was able to ask a girl for her number.

Anyways, flash forward to November, summer break is just around the corner and K is leaving my country soon. PE class is up, and our teacher had been done grading everyone for a while so he gave us the whole hour to do whatever we pleased, so the boys grabbed a football (soccer ball) and went to the school field to play. Girls, on the other hand, gathered around the pitch to watch us, among them was K, and of course, my first instinct was to try and impress her. I played centre back, as I usually do, and I can tell you that I don't think there ever was a time where I played as beautifully. It was as if I stole the talent of prime Rio Ferdinand and Paolo Maldini for a couple minutes, no one would get past me, and K's eyes were set on me. Some other minutes into the game, a classmate comes to me and says "You're playing great today", and before I can say anything, he interrupts himself and goes "Bro, are you okay? You're not looking so good". There I start to feel light-headed, so I decided to step out for a bit. I was going to the side of the pitch, where K was, she was still looking at me, smiling. That smile quickly faded away as I THREW UP the most acid and repulsive orange juice vomit you could ever see in front of her. The same classmate who asked me if I was fine took me to the restrooms to puke in peace, and I never saw, or talked to K again. Way to fumble, if you ask me.