I agree with Bari Jo, great thread that makes me smile.
My grandma and I never really got over me being the way that I am. I had moved out when I was 15 and rented a house, my brother followed shortly after. My brother and his best friend were the hottest guys in Hillbillyville WV. My grandma would come and help me clean every Saturday and help me cook meals for my brother and I for the week. She had been saying for weeks about me having a crush on my brother's friend and I of course denied it. One week she showed up and we had drank, um, a lot, let's just go with that. My brother was passed out on the steps, I was on the floor beside my bed, half in and half out of the closet. (So y'all know, when the room is spinning putting a foot on the floor may help but putting both feet on the floor and standing up doesn't work so well) and my brother's friend was in my bed. I was in misery and we didn't talk all morning as we worked, I made BLT's for lunch and we got the boys up. I acted like an idiot until they left and my grandma just stared at me the whole time. We were drinking ice tea, folding laundry and I was feeling better, my heart rate was going back to normal and the hangover was going away and she said the only thing that she said to me all day.
That was painful to watch. Boys will chase a girl until the girl catches him. You don't know anything, you have to let him know what he wants to do. Wait for him and you will never get anywhere.
That was it. We finished folding the laundry and she left.
For years I thought it was more of the same, 'God you are so gay and it is so embarrassing.' conversation. Many, many years after she passed away I realized she was actually trying to be helpful.
Missed opportunities and regrets, life is full of them.
I think she was right though, about men.