I was listening to my music in the college gym (UW-Madison, land of meat-heads), and there was a guy in sweatpants and a camo tank top who had very sharp features ... one of those faces where you're not sure if he would be really cute up close or not at all (his body was super hot, though).
So my music is blasting, and I'm walking through the machines not paying attention, looking down, and this guy and I accidentally walk right into each other. I take a sec and look up, realizing it's him, and think to myself, "CUTE
Then I realize ... that internal monologue ... not so internal. I'd actually said, "cute" out loud. Looking right at him. He gave me this puzzled look, and all I could do was sit down on nearest available bench, and let him pass while I stare at the floor. He kept staring at me for the rest of the workout, but I was too mortified to figure out if it was in interest or total disgust. Lol.
Ahh, youth. If I was anywhere near as shameless as I've become since moving to California, I probably would have asked for his number.