Three times, harmless crushes.
[li]A girl in first grade gave me a mini-wallet picture of herself. On the back was written “[AWB] I Love You [LA]”. I was too young to be flattered by this, but I did keep the picture.[/li]
I found the picture when I was cleaning my house before I graduated college. It was amongst my sister’s old boxes.
Before my 10 year reunion, I misplaced the picture. At the reunion, I told LA about it. She was horrified (because of the 1970’s fashion she was wearing, not that it had the note on the back), until I told her I couldn’t find it. Since then, I have. And our 20 year is coming up…
[li]A girl that I worked with at a fast food restaurant. She flirted with me, but I wasn’t interested. I was either put off by her forwardness or her being a little overweight. (OK, I was a pig back then.)[/li]
Turnabout was fair play a few years later, though. She was a couple of years younger than me, and started college when I was a junior. She had to take a computer class, and I was the student employee in charge of the computer lab. And she was hot! She’d lost the excess weight, and done her hair in a more flattering fashion. I asked her out; she turned me down. Fair cop, V.
[li]Mystery woman. She called me up one night after I’d given her my home phone number. Trouble was, I couldn’t remember her! (That year, I didn’t have a car. So when I went out for drinks after work, I usually overdid it. Especially during the holiday season, because the bar had tons of free taxi ride coupons. So I had less active brain cells going at any time then.)[/li]
She said we’d met at a topless bar (!) near where I worked. She mentioned some things about myself that only I would know and had obviously talked about. She asked if we could meet again, at the bar we’d met at before. I said OK, at we set a date.
Well, she didn’t show. She called later and apologized. We set up another date. Another no-show, but no further calls.
So I don’t know if she’d lost her nerve, forgotten what I looked like, or didn’t like what she saw if she did peek in. And it’s not like she was trying to embarass me by having me show up there; I was a regular.