Well, at the very least, it could be worse.
(Real blast from the past here; hang on, it takes some setup for it to all make sense.)
The time is junior high. The age range? 13-14 on the guy. I'm 12 going on 13, and easily identifiable as the school geek.
It's seventh-hour study hall/advisory, and I happen to share it with one of the most popular--and, I thought at the time, attractive--guys at school. One day, he walks up to my desk with a note and a smile, not really stopping to wait while I read it. (He was only a couple seats behind me, and the teacher was neurotic about placement, so I didn't think about that.) I open the note, and he's asking me out. Normally, it would give me pause, but in my somewhat-romantic brain I figured less possible things had happened and I'd finally hit a string of good luck. I let him know I've accepted the offer.
Forty-five minutes pass, with me dancing on clouds in my head while I'm reading Bulfinch's Mythology (no homework, and it was the only interesting book I HADN'T read on the shelf.) The bell rings, and he comes back to my desk as I'm packing up, handing me another note. I open it up, expecting there to be something about how this came about, or maybe setting up a date--quietly, of course, to protect his reputation.
Well, I was half-right. What I got was "April Fools!"
Confused, I check the date, not even really noticing time fly by anymore. Much to my chagrin, he was right...it was April 1st. I hardly heard the laughter from his gang of friends, who were now clogging the doorway and laughing in my general direction.
Is this some sort of acceptable guy practice, at that age, or should an older brother have knocked some sense into him?