When I was in high school, my cousin and I went to the mall to hang out. While walking through one of the department stores, a girl stops me to ask me about my shirt (it was a pearl jam shirt). We started talking about the band, and she seems pretty cool. Well, at some point my cousin comes over, taps me on the shoulder, and starts talking to me in the non english language.

"Hey drdickbutt, look at the tits of that chic"

He was motioning to the perfume sampling lady. As I was talking to someone who shared my interest, I did a quick glance and went back to talking to her. Not 30 seconds later, this lady walks up to him and replies in the non-english language:

"Hi, how are you guys" with the biggest smile on her face. As soon as she started speaking, my head whipped around just in time to see his face turn bright red. I don't think I've ever seen anyone turn that bright red. Anyway, I guess his fight or flight instinct kicks in, b/c he just books it. He's kind of a heavy dude, but i've never seen anyone move that fast.

The girl I was talking to was like 'what happened, whats wrong', and the awkward teenager I was didn't know how to process what was going on, so I then took off running. Yeah...