Weird Memory Time

Okay, this just came into my head, and now I'm really puzzled about it.

I'm in seventh grade. I cut my own hair, wear ragged jeans because it's Seattle and the nineties are barely over, wear the same pair of shoes every day, and only buy secondhand clothes because I don't want to support sweatshops. I'm not particular about fit or cut. Or not having holes in the sleeves. I don't wear makeup or a bra. I favor large men's button-ups in plaid.

Valentine's Day comes around, and this girl, a perky, clean, engaged cheerleader type, gives me a gift bag. I'm fuzzy on this, but I think she said it was from a few people but didn't say who. Then she skips off. In it are three fitted babydoll tees and a few kinds of lip gloss.

I'd always assumed that she thought I couldn't afford clothes and was being charitable (and/or thought everyone wanted to express their inner fashion diva and just needed some help), but internet, was she hitting on me?

There wasn't a lovey-dovey card or anything. But that could've been plausible deniability. She never tried to talk to me much or get me alone, but we were twelve, and she might've felt more up to a big gesture than starting a conversation. Valentine's Day isn't traditionally a holiday about clothing ragged kids, but maybe it was just the occasion closest to when she thought of the idea?

If she wanted me to kiss her, I probably would have. If she wanted me to pick up on a subtle hint, she was about eight years too early.

So, yeah. Any idea what was going on there?