Hombres, quien los entiende // Men, who understand them

¡NO ENTIENDO A LOS HOMBRES!

En mi clase hay un chico que tiene novia, okey todo bien todo normal, entonces, pregunto yo: ¿porque diablos me mira tanto?
Literalmente me giro y ahí está él, mirándome como si quisiera succionar mi alma con su mirada, es como “bro, ya porfa”. Siendo sincera, si está guapo, pero no me malinterpretéis, todo y estar guapo, hay  que poner límites. La verdad no se porque me mira tanto, ¿acaso tengo un moco colgando? Lo dudo. Necesito sus opiniones.

Otra cosa que no entiendo de los hombres es: ¿por qué me siguen? Os pongo en contexto:
El 2024 me empezó a gustar un chico y sus amigos se metían conmigo por eso. Este verano dejó de gustarme, pero parece que en sus cabezas no les cabe la idea de que puede dejar de gustarte alguien. Al empezar el bachillerato, me cambié de instituto ya que yo quería hacer el artístico escénico y en mi antiguo centro educativo no lo hacían. Se ve que los amigos del que me gustaba van a un ciclo formativo en la misma ciudad que yo ahora estudio (no el mismo centro) y en vez de ir al centro que les pertoca se dedican a seguirme por las calles de la ciudad hasta mi centro educativo. No entiendo.

Lo dicho, no entiendo nada.

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I DON'T UNDERSTAND MEN! There’s a guy in my class who has a girlfriend, okay, fine, totally normal, so I have to ask: why the hell does he stare at me so much? I literally turn around and there he is, staring at me like he wants to suck out my soul with his gaze; it’s like, "Bro, seriously, stop." To be honest, he is cute, but don't get me wrong even if he is good-looking, you have to draw the line somewhere. I really don't know why he stares so much; do I have a booger hanging out? I doubt it. I need your opinions. Another thing I don't get about men is: why do they follow me? Let me give you some context: In 2024, I started liking a guy, and his friends used to tease me about it. I stopped liking him this summer, but the idea that you can actually stop liking someone just doesn't seem to compute in their heads. When I started high school (specifically the upper-secondary level), I switched schools because I wanted to do the performing arts track, and my old school didn't offer it. It turns out the friends of the guy I used to like are attending a vocational training program in the same city where I study now (though not at my school), and instead of going to the campus they're supposed to attend, they make a habit of following me through the city streets all the way to my school. I just don't get it. Like I said, I don't understand any of it.