In high school, I had a classmate that I was not yet in the 'friends' territory, but we knew each other and would make small talk. One day she asked me to come around and look at her family computer, usual 'slow and acting weird' stuff. Sure.

I go over, all prepped with a flash drive full of utilities, and get straight to work. After a bit, maybe an hour of just chatting while I run programs and make changes, she offers to show me her room. I mean, I'm just waiting for the progress bar, why not. So she leads me back and it's a cozy room, all neat and tidy, and I stop in the doorway while she sits on the bed. I survey the room, I remember the bed being pink, like that of a flowers pedals (I don't know names of flowers but you all know that one I'm talking about, pink with a shade of white making it a light pink). I said something about the room being nice or something, and she pats the bed next to her and offers that I sit.

"No thanks, I should probably get back to the computer to see how it's doing."

And I do just that. She asks for help twice more after that - and I'm just like 'how are you this bad at computers' but strangely the follow-up visits don't show much for me to fix. Strange, why would she ask for help - and pay me - when it's basically in pristine shape now?

About a decade later, it clicked. She was cute, tall, quite intelligent, and nice to talk to, but I'm both an idiot, and like 99.4% gay, so that makes sense. Had it been a guy, I would have connected the dots immediately.

Ah well, she had a better-than-new pc for quite a while, at least.