*Faye takes a steady drink before she starts and has the occasional sip between what she is saying, never quite meeting his eye, embarrassed as she is by this whole thing*

So. There was a guy. We'd hung out a few times. I liked him, and thought maybe he liked me too sure seemed that way. So the advice was to go for it. Loadsa people said so. 'Just go for it, he'll love your confidence, you're beautiful and amazing or whatever, so go for it.' All that carpe diem stuff. So I do it, I ask him out.

...and he says no. Says I got it all wrong. Says we can hang out. As friends.

...worst advice I ever did decide to follow.