Ok, so last summer I went to the lake with a two friends (codenames Elsa and Portia), and one of their friends who's a guy (codename Jake), but he's not the focus here. I had also not met him before this trip. So we're at the lake, having a generally good time, I'm jumping into the water, mostly being a bit of a nerd, and Elsa says she wants to get a picture of the three of us together. So we do that. Then a few days later, Jake is talking to one of his friends and his friend sees the lake picture, and thinks that I look cute in it.
Yeah. You read that right. A guy thought I was cute from a storming picture. I lived the trope from all those old novels where the guy falls in love with a painting. Significantly toned down, but still.
It gets better. A few weeks later, I walk down to the library (this is before corona, so no masks, which is why the next part happened), and Jake's friend is apparently going the other direction, sees me, and texts Jake that he 'saw the cute girl from the lake picture'. We then never crossed paths again, and he's completely forgotten about it.
So anyway, I didn't hear about all of this until this summer, when I got my mind blown at a slumber party when Portia told me about it.
There's my weird story.