Crushes IRL

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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The SD Crushes & Fantasies thread inspired me to ask about crushes you’ve had in real life. I’ll ask that you limit these to people that you had a crush on, but they were not similarly interested in you. That way, we can all feel each other’s pain.

I had a crush in college on a guy named Joe. He was perfect in every way. He was unbelievably handsome, had great thighs (I have a thing for men’s legs), was intelligent, funny, and an all-around nice guy. I knew from the beginning that I had no chance, because there was no way my life could get that good (okay, it did later with my hubby, but that’s now). He was too good to be true. I never even got a chance to work up the nerve to tell him how I felt, because shortly after we became friends, I found out he was engaged.

Another one: For almost three years, I had a crush on a guy named Nick. He worked at a local family restaurant that his parents owned. I used to go there all the time, and after I met him, I would go at least weekly. He was adorable and funny. We used to talk all the time. Every time I would start to get up the nerve to tell him I was madly in love with him, something would happen. He’d tell me about some girl he liked, or he would start dating someone, or whatever.
Then I met Mr. Jeannie, and I was like, “Nick who?”

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As evidenced in a number of threads, all of which I am too lazy to go look up, I have a crush on a fellow in my Shakespeare in Film class. He’s adorable, smart, dresses fantastically, is going to NYU film school in the fall (moving with his brother, not a girlfriend), and my gaydar, which is legendary 'round these parts, says nada. Seriously. (Esprix, Sqrl, shut up.) Tonight he initiated a conversation for the first time with me, and we talked for about 10 minutes about movies. And New York. Of which I told him where to live. Not that I’m bossy at all, the poor kid thought HOBOKEN was a good idea. Sheesh.

Next week is the last week of class. I need to come up with a good excuse to ask him out. What movies are opening next weekend? (he goes to two or three a week) I am so bad at this crap.

A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:

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I had an incredible crush on this jewish girl in my 2nd grade class, her name was Jennifer …even when I was young I felt an irresistable urge to woman or girls in this case…I’ve always wondered what she looks like now, but I imagine she must be incredibly gorgeous, I’ve always had great taste in women…

If you are seeing this post Jennifer from Snowy Crescent, you stil have an admirer.

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Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the story of my friggin’ life.

I don’t know if you’ve all had a chance to visit my most popular thread, Nice guys don’t get laid but I have a bevy of unrequited love stories.

In fact, just today I acquired another one.

Let me first begin by saying that I have had one girlfriend, but it didn’t work very well. long distance and we weren’t really right for each other… but she was cute.

My greatest love in the world is Jess. We are best friends, but I love her in a much more serious way, which she has not chosen to return. I think about her all the time, and I love to talk to her, but she is not interested in me, and has never said why. I suspect, for shame… that it is because of my appearance, but I don’t really feel like confronting her about it.

If she only knew how much I loved her and I say love without the slightest hesitation, for that is what it is, then I am sure she would reconsider, but for now I have chosen to let her waste her time with other guys and be patient, for surely someday we shall be married.

Sigh…

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Sigh. Wince. Oh hell, more sighing and wincing…

Oh, how hormones and dreams make fools of us all. Crushes can be fun, I guess. They sure add interest and color to life. But a really good crush can be like being sideswiped by your own vulnerabilities.

During a particularly dark time in my life I developed a colossal crush on a mover-and-shaker type I met through work. I was married, with enormous obligations–most false, though I was too dim to see that–and so was he. So I stringently (I thought) tamped down the lovesick signals.

Trouble is, blind as I am to signals, he returned them right back. Crunch time, folks. What to do? I like to think it was my strict code of honor but it was likely cowardice that sent me backing away.

Now comes the farce…all whipsawed to hell and gone by guilt, pining lust and mortal fear of making a damned fool of myself, I let the moment pass. (In action; I spent huge amounts of time in some of the lamest daydreams imaginable.)

But while I was stewing away, The Object Of The Crush moved on. A crush being a crush, I didn’t see HIS particular vulnerabilties of the moment. So suddenly got pissy and huffy, which is NOT a good thing in a mover-and-shaker, especially one who makes your knees shake. I clean missed his hurt–and after a tense and unhappy time, he divorced and married his 30-yr. younger secretary.

Told ya it was farce. People chirpily ask him if she’s his daughter…when he’s gamely trailing along at the local “in” bars and comedy clubs. I hasten to say they are probably very happy; I hope so.

That’s the problem with crushes. The hormones and hope CAN get in the way of shreds of substance buried under the glamour. I wasn’t seeing him OR myself clearly, or at least very honestly. And probably most of this farcical reminisce is ego-salve anyway. A really good, deep-seated crush can linger on for ages, melding the “what-if’s” with the “woulda’s and shoulda’s and coulda’s”.

Sigh. Even with all the idiocies, I wouldn’t give up the sting, sizzle and heat of it all. It sure keeps life interesting.

Veb

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Jeannie, what are you bitchin about? Things worked out for you. :wink:

SwimmingRiddles, ask him what movies he wants to go see, then say “Oh I really want to go see that one, want to go together?”

Concrete - I had a couple of those. One was Heather, the other Julie. Last I saw either of them was 6th grade, though I hear that both are gorgeous. Damn school districts.

BigRoryG - not the “nice guys” thread again! (Maybe I can steal this thread from you too? ;))

Buried in that thread I think is a reference to this story, I will reshare so you don’t have to hunt it down.

Last semester in college, a buddy introduced me to a girl (freshman) he met in a class, they went to dinner. She was cute, but he was pursuing, so I played scarce. Some days later I ran into her in the cafeteria, and that became a someone regular occurrence. The more I learned, the more interested I was, but she was with my buddy. I thought.

I finally found out they had broken up rather quickly - somehow I hadn’t caught on to that. Must be dense. So I get all excited and decide I’ll ask her out. The day I sat down to ask her out, she tells me about her new boyfriend.

Oh well, I was leaving anyway, and she had 3 1/2 more years to remain.

By the way, she just got engaged to the BF, and I’m invited to the wedding. Damn, I’m just a guest, not the groom.

sigh

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Mine was in High School. He was tall, blond and a starter on the Varsity B-Ball team in his Sophmore year. I’m sure He didn’t know my name. He dated a Senior, of course. The highlight of my high school days was sewing his last name on his uniform in my sewing class. I heard he died in a car accident about 2 years after high school…

Always remember that you are unique, just like everybody else.

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Yeah. Ever read Nietzche’s “Will to Power”? Well, he describes nihilism and such in there and, more particularly, the characteristics of a nihilist.

Well, last year around Christmas I was suffering my own bout of nihilism. It lasted about a month.

Anyway, one of the characteristics of a nihilist is obsession with certain people. Yup, that was me. One girl. I’d known her for maybe two years. Not too well, of course, and she’d moved to France (pathetic story coming up). Anyway, she had a web page and she told a group of people about it, me being one of them. Too make a long story short, I spent a good six weeks agonizing over this girl (and she knew about it, I told her in long, heartsick [pretty funny to the detached observer, I’m sure] e-mails). Then one day I just stopped. Odd, one day I sent out a two page letter proclaiming my love, the next I just did my homework and went to bed.

It’s the damnedest thing. I’d think that it meant my Nihilism was over if I weren’t still wrestling with it now.

I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.

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Sigh. Right now, I’m pining for a young, sweet, russian girl in my colloquium class. She asked me to the movies last week. No, I had to work. Again, today, she asked me to go to see a movie after class. Again, I had to work. Next wednesday is the last day we have class. By dammit, I’m NOT going to have to work.

::sigh:: She’s quite a little cutie. We talk all during class, about her new dog, do crossword puzzles, write stupid haikus (okay, that’s just me), and pass notes.

My friend Janie refers to her as my ‘girlfriend’. “So, what were you talking to your girlfriend about today?” Shut up, Janie.

She came into work two weeks ago, and we both discovered we knew the same guy at work. Odd coincidence. The next week when I saw her, I said that it was quite an odd thing about Nick. She got all embarrassed and was like ‘what was odd?’.

I asked Nick and he swears that he has no idea why she got embarrassed.

::sigh:: I can’t wait till next wednesday. Hopefully I’ll see her before then.

I’m smitten.

And now that I’ve spoken of it, I’m surely jinxed.

–Tim

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Okay, this is the opposite of what this thread is apparently for, but it JUST happened, so post anyway, I will.

I work with this kid named Seth who I was told a few weeks ago, had a thing for me. I didn’t believe it at first, but then I noticed some change in his behaviour and realized that it may indeed, be true.

For the year and a half that we’ve known eachother, we’ve always been friends. He’s a really nice guy and great to hang out with, but I’m just not interested in anything more.

Anyway, Seth phoned me about an hour ago asking if I’d go with him to his graduation, and with his being my friend and all, I’d like to go, but because he’s crushing I’d feel like I may be leading him on, if I do.

He knows that I’m not interested, but he’s so bloody persistant.

Bah. Bah bah bah.

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Interesting that this should come up now… I was thinking about posting this narrative, simply because it’s so unlike me. Usually, I only develop crushes on girls I have known a while or admire for some reason, but lately I have been experiencing some exceptions to this. I have recently developed something of a crush on this girl who I see around a lot. I don’t even know her name. What I do know is that she’s attached at the hip to her boyfriend. I always see them together, cuddling and being affectionate, and it makes me really jealous. But I always seem to catch her eye… Perhaps she’s curious… Just now, she came in here (without her boyfriend for once), sat down at the computer right next to this one, checked her e-mail, and left. I almost had a heart attack! Like I said, I never develop crushes like that, and usually, attached-ness is the biggest turn-off of all. I just don’t get it.

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Oh boy…this is one sad topic for me. I t all started in kindergarten, back then I was cool and my boyfriend was the cutest boy in class. Sadly, by 2nd grade I had acheved total geekdom and was hopelessly in unrequited love with Ethan Bing (that is his real name.) Thing went on in that manner until high school when I seriously crushed on Chris, who I met in my therapy group (good choice ,huh :rolleyes.) It took 4 years and him coming out of the closet to really get over that one. Yikes.
I can proudly say that I now only have a benign attachment to Ewan Macgregor. Oh yeah, and there’s this guy I’m married to…

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I had a crush on a guy named Barry. We went to high school together, had all our English classes together, were basically pal-around kind of friends. We just clicked…we laughed together all the time and I couldn’t wait to see him when I wasn’t with him. All four years of high school, I was totally in love with him but too shy to say anything. When we went away to college, we kept in touch, writing letters and calling. During our first winter break, he invited me to come Christmas shopping with him. He was wearing my favorite cologne and had a flower for me. I am obviously a complete idiot because I didn’t get the hint. I was still too shy to make any sort of move and I guess he took that as rejection. When we went back to school, he mailed me a tape of all these love songs (not slow, sappy ones, though). I started dating a guy at school and we were in the car one day when I stuck the tape in. He said, “Um, do you think he’s got a thing for you?” It was the first time it ever occurred to me. I called Barry and he excitedly told me of the woman he met who he really liked a lot. Shortly thereafter, they moved in together. Months after that, he wrote a teary letter about her breaking his heart. The next school break we had, I invited him out…what I meant as a date. He turned me down. We lost touch. Haven’t heard from him since, though I think of him often. I’m married now, so I would never pursue getting in touch with him, but I wonder all the time what happened to him.

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This story really has a different turn.

I had a huge crush on this guy from the 8th grade right on through high school. He knew about it. He toyed with me but never asked me out. He got a girl pregnant, joined the Navy, and I lost touch with him. A few years later, I’m in this club with another friend and we run into several people we went to school with and he’s hanging with them. To make a long story short we got together. I dumped him. Strange how when you finally get something it’s not quite how/what you thought it would be.

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“I’ll ask that you limit these to people that you had a crush on, but they were not similarly interested in you.”

—You mean there’s any other kind of relationship? Fascinating theory . . .

Swimming, don’t be too hasty to knock Hoboken, it’s actually a swell little town, with some corking good restaurants and shops. If you’re into that sorta thing, Arthur’s Steak House serves some of the yummiest dead animals!

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Oh, what the hell, might as well confess…

I’ve had a raging crush on the guy who sits across from me in Latin class since February. (Lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus / flamma demanat, sonitu suopte / tintinant aures, gemina teguntur / lumina nocte – the whole bit. Yow.) He seems smart, polite, slightly shy but with a decent sense of humor, and he has one of those smiles that completely lights up a person’s face. (Dimples, too. I adore dimples.) Alas, he’s also one of those conservative Southern boys who don’t believe in premarital sex or in swearing in front of ladies(!), so I know already it wouldn’t work out. Ah well. At least it makes Plautine meters a little more interesting.

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It was grade ten. Her name was Lola, we had several classes together, including gym class. At the time I was a short, fat geek (as opposed to now I’m a short, somewhat pudgy geek) and gym class was hell because we had to run over a mile today. I only made it through the running because she was in my class and I would hum the Kinks “Lola” to myself as we ran. I never talked to her about the crush. Hell, I barely talked to her at all. I sucked at math and I saw every humilitation in cass as proof that I wasn’t good enough to talk to her, because she was one of the top 10 in the province at math. Sigh!!! She wasn’t my first crush, just the one I remember at this time.
My first crush was In Grade 5. Her name was Marcie. I was getting picked on by the class bully and she took exception to that and beat him up. I never had the guts to talk to her and she moved away a month later. I still wonder where she went. Oh, well, here I am wallowing in nostalgia again.

Lost in memory
Keith

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Mega: One of my first posts was about the same kind of situation, a guy that obviously had a thing for me, that I didn’t want to lead on, but didn’t want to hurt. The general concensus (or what I chose to take from the thread) was that unless he says specifically: “I have feelings for you. Would you like to go out on a date?” I am not responcible for reading and anticipating his intentions.

So go to Seth’s graduation, as a friend, and unless he makes it clear that he wants more than that, pretend you assume that’s ALL he wants. If he doesn’t have the balls to say that he thinks, and he misreads your friendship as romantic interest and doesn’t bother to verbally confirm this, that’s HIS miscommunication, not yours.

I’m tired of anticipating everything. You have something to tell me? Spit it out. This is the New SwimmingRiddles.

A little persistance goes a long way. Announcing:

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I had the biggest crush on a foreign exchange student from Sweden, Alex. I was a freshman and he was a senior. He had dark hair and dark eyes, always wore his black leather jacket, had one earring in his right ear and two in his left, had a very sweet shy smile, and the most luscious lips!! We had speech class together and he sat in the front and I sat in the back. I knew where all his classes were so I would go out of my way to walk by him in the halls so I could say hi to him. For my 15th birthday, my friend Felicia wrote him a note saying that she was taking me out to eat for my birthday and he was more than welcome to join us. He never did show up but that next Monday at school, I walked by him and he told me Happy Birthday! I was embarrassed and happy at the same time. Embarrassed because he obviously read that stupid note and happy because he smiled at me and told me Happy Birthday!

He eventually had to go back to Sweden and I’ve haven’t seen him since but I think about him every now and then. I can still remember what the butterflies in my stomach felt like. ::sigh::

That John Denver’s full of shit man!

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Ah, the crush thread. Lemme enter the fray…

Which one do I start with? Well in light of SwimmingRiddles observation, I’ll start with Addie.

I met Addie last fall. She works at the local women’s college, and is a friend of a friend. Well, we went out several times - movies, dinner, met for lunch, cook for her, rent movies, the whole nine yards. Well the thing is that we never said these events were “dates”, per se. Nothing ever came of them, but I didn’t think anything of it, as I work very slow at these things. Getting to know each other was absolutely wonderful. Turns out that when we were in school - she went to the women’s college, I went to the big one across the street - we SHOULD have known each other. We had all the same friends, she hung out in my dorm all the time, I even was set up a couple times with her roommate! It got to the point were we were finishing each other’s sentences and knew each other’s jokes. We really enjoyed spending time together. I was hooked.

Well, one night when I was leaving her apartment and driving home, I was feeling particularly like an idiot for not bringing up my feelings and not confronting her about our “relationship”. (NOTE: nothing physical had taken place). So I turn the car around and go back to her apartment, knock on the door, and she answers, somewhat surprised to see me. I tell her how awkward I feel at the moment, and that this was so much easier before we graduated - normally after a night out, you would walk around campus, take her back to her dorm, and go for the goodnight kiss. She immediately sees where this is going, and stops me inches before I look like a complete fool and tells me that she doesn’t see me that way. I let it go. Tell her not to feel bad, and that we’ll continue to hang out.

We still hang out, for about 2 more months. I thought I could deal with it, but it just drove me crazy. She was really all I could think of, all the time. So one day I told her to meet me at a coffee shop, and that we had to talk. She was real nervous, thought that there was something wrong. I tell her how I feel, and that if she can’t/isn’t able to feel the same, it’d drive me entirely too insane for me to spend time with her. Haven’t talked to her since. I feel bad about it, but think I’m all the saner for it. There is a happy ending though, as I met someone over St. Patty’s Day in Indianapolis that I’m now “dating”. Met her in a bar called (wonderfully enough) “Connor’s”!

Sala, can’t you count?!? I said NO camels! That’s FIVE camels!