Her name was Martha, she lived in my dorm sophomore year and that’s all I’m going to say about it. Restraining orders, you know. 
I used to have this poster on my wall:
IMO her babe-itude caused people not to take her as seriously musically. But dayum, she could belt it out…or sing it sweetly as you please.
Here she is, singing “Long, Long Time” on the Midnight Special:
This reminds me of one of my favorite Simpsons quotes:
Jimbo to Nelson after walking in on his date with Lisa: “You kissed a girl? That is SO gay!”
None of mine are particularly interesting.
I remember back in middle school I had a crush on a girl in one of my classes. Not particularly sure why, since she isn’t really my type, but it may well have had to do with the rather sexy dress she would sometimes wear. Since she would usually sit in the same area, I would try to arrive at the classroom early and grab a seat there. Sometimes it worked, but sometimes she would ask me to move so she could sit next to one of her friends. That was a bit of a blow. Never did make make any advance, but I left that school pretty soon after so I got over it, though along the commute to the next school there was a business prominently displaying her last name on the sign. Kinda weird for me in the morning, since I never did see her again.
In high school one summer I was taking classes at a college and staying in the dorms. There was a girl in my social circle who had a crush on me. In retrospect, it was blindingly obvious. I mean, how often does a girl stare longingly at you while you’re just sitting around in your room playing video games? However, I am perhaps the most oblivious person in the world to these things so I never caught on. A couple years later, she told me about it and something did come of it, but no relationship.
In college I started crushing on a girl pretty hard. Very pretty, in a particularly cute way. Similar interests to mine (girls who like action and zombie movies are depressingly rare). She was in the same major as me, so our paths crossed a fair amount early on, including a study abroad. We were definitely friends, but never really close friends. I always kinda got the impression that she more tolerated me than actually enjoyed my company. I definitely went to the coffee shop a lot more than I would have otherwise, hoping to run into her. But, the coffee and hot chocolate were very good there, so I could justify it to myself. Later on I saw her less and less, but about once a term I would have a good conversation with her and would feel giddy for the rest of the day. Never did get up the courage to ask her out. I’m mostly over that one, but now I live in the same city as her and we’re both single, so I cannot say it has been completely extinguished.
There was also a girl crushing on me, apparently. We lived in the same house so we certainly saw a lot of each other. I never really picked up on anything until very close to my graduation (she is a couple years younger than me) when one night she turned the flirting on very hard, before explicitly telling me her feelings. Not wanting to start something just before leaving the area, I turned her down. Later, a mutual friend told me she took it a lot harder than I had realized. We’re good friends these days, though, so it could definitely have been worse.
Sigh, now I need a drink.
My best/worst crush was on Ed in high school. He was a year ahead of me, ran with the same crowd, and was the most perfect specimen of 17-year old manhood ever envisioned by 16-year old girls. We hung out a lot together in my boyfriend’s basement, smoking reefer, drinking beer when we could get it, listening to Neil Young and Cat Stevens and Todd Rundgren. (Yes, I do identify with “That 70s Show”-- it was my fucking LIFE).
Anyway, after the boyfriend and I broke up, Ed and I had a couple of hot make-out sessions and I totally stalked him. Went to the HS guidance office and snatched his schedule so I could plan on “running into him by chance” in the halls, drove with my friends past his hang-out spots, wrote dreadful poetry and song lyrics in my journal to declare my undying obsessions with lovely, so-pretty-he-ought-to-be-gay Ed.
Flash forward a couple hundred years. My life is (almost) everything I ever wanted it to be including a loving husband, rewarding career, perfect daughter and son-in-law who I love like my own, nice house, fabulous friends, good health and challenging hobbies. But one day I Googled Ed. Just to see, yanno? Because he was the Kelso of our group. Always stoned, not particularly smart, but devastatingly good-looking.
He’s a lawyer! A prominent, well-respected attorney with one of the premier firms in the state! I mean, he is BIG TIME now! (And, if the newspaper photos are any indication, he has NOT lost his looks.)
I think he’s gay.
Mine was in college, a very smart and good looking redhead. She had that look, when I said the right thing, of the sideways smirk which melted me. We were friends with the unfortunate timing that one of us was always in a relationship whenever the other was not. We made out a few times (shallow cheating, whatever) but she never let it get beyond kissing. I let her know that I thought we should go out, but alas, the timing was always wrong. My senior year she was fairly distant while I was dating the girl who ended up becoming my wife. Didn’t really understand why.
Flash to a few months ago. We reconnected via facebook and the talk has flowed very well. In discussing those college days I come to find that she had a huge crush on me. The reason she was distant was that she couldn’t stand to see me, it was that bad for her. I wish she’d’ve said something then, I had no idea. So it turns out that our unrequited loves were… each other. Talk about miscommunication. We’re getting to be friends again, but I’m starting to feel the creepings of the crush resurface. Which. Just. Sucks.
Ahh, Darla. She was a customer of mine and I fell hard. We had a lot of interests in common and she was absolutely my personal ideal of beauty. She made it clear that she was only interested in being friends and I thought I could deal with that. Long story short, I couldn’t, I told her how I felt in an email and have spoken to her only once in the last two years:)
That made me remember a somewhat similar story. It was a young poli-sci professor, and when I graduated from college and stayed in the area, I did the math, concluded we were not too far apart in age to date, screwed up my courage, and asked him out.
I was thrilled to pieces when he said yes! We had a few dates, but things got weird very fast as soon as we got to the point where custom dictated a greater level of physical intimacy. A little light petting clearly freaked him out, and our relationship quickly petered out. (Pun intended, if you want it to be.)
A few years later I got together with some college seniors from my alma mater, and they regaled me with stories of his reputation of being a jerk toward women.
Man, she had the greatest lips ever. I think I may have made out with her record album cover a time or two.
Yeah, it was pretty apparent that the 3 dates were customary “pre-sex etiquette” for him. It just seemed too expected, this third-date-clothes-off scenario. And plus, I think I could have been any pretty girl and this same thing would be playing out. I couldn’t handle it. (If he would have been any kind of bad boy, I likely would have let the evening play out , but there was something about the respectability of this guy as a professor and the esteem in which I held him that made it all wrong) Too bad. I would’ve liked to see him nekkid. 
Having a crush always sucked for me. They made me way too available in that persons eyes, which lowered my value in their estimation in a ‘well, if that one is so easy, I must be able to do better w/o even trying’ kind of way.
I regret every crush I’ve ever admitted to, as they always went badly for me. If some drug company came out with a flu shot to prevent me from ever having crushes going forward, I’d sign up in a heartbeat and I’d be back annually for booster shots.
I developed a crush on someone I didn’t think I would ever have a chance with. He was a friend of a friend, and he had a girlfriend. Well, we started talking, and it became more and more regular (try to keep in mind, I did not know he had a girlfriend until a month or so of talking?) and I began to look forward to talking to him a lot.
He was funny, and intelligent, and we had things in common. Well, I went home with the mutual friend over thanksgiving break, and the crush was around a lot, I spent a lot of time talking to him in person and texting him, and then I realized how I kind of liked him. He just seemed like so much fun, and so handsome! I couldn’t help but think of how awesome he was, and it would be really cool to just be able to kiss him and act on whatever other impulse I had.
OH BOY! Well after we got back from vacation, a few days later he and his girlfriend broke up, this was in November… We had been talking since mid-october. Mind you, we talked EVERY day, literally every day, and pretty much all day…
We hung out a lot and spent just as much time talking, and in the middle of December before we got out for christmas break we were “seeing eachother”… He actually came to watch me get my first tattoo, and met my sister. It all seemed very surreal. Well, after christmas break, when we got back to college, we spent every night together. We started dating a little while ago, and it has been really great. Lucky me!
Well, there was a thread a few months ago about unrequited affection where I spoke of a girl that I was crushing on for years. Here’s the short version of the story:
Underneath the articles in the “recent news” section was this article http://www.theonion.com/content/news/girl_would_be_terrified_if_she
Sort of related to the OP and kind of creepy.
This, except in college. She was so much different (and better) than anything I was used to, I was so worried I’d screw stuff up I didn’t make a move. She thought I wasn’t interested and moved on. She found another BF, and I went off the deep end. Pretty embarassing thinking about how I acted at the time.
Worst part was I know the EXACT fucking moment I could have sealed the deal. We were over drinking and having fun, she sits on the couch next me…leans over…I put my arm around her and give her a hug. :smack:
LOL
I had a mini-crush during my after college/before the army days on a girl I went to High School with named Katrina. We ran into each other after I had the most painful, heart rending breakup with she-who-will-remain-nameless-but-is-an-evil-(word for female canine). Katrina and I found we had a lot in common, and while I was feeling the crush for her I figured we’d only always be just friends. I know she didn’t feel any more than friendship for me, even though I thought she was hot and a terrific person.
We hung out, went to eat together, went to museums, etc together. Great girl. One saturday night we got together at my house. I was living in my mom’s old house. Everyone in my immediate family (stepdad, mom, grandmother, sister) had passed away practically in one year from different causes. So my mindset at the time was that I was kinda alone in the world and yeah, I felt pretty desolate and lonely a lot.
Anyway, I had the fireplace going, we were in the den wathching movies and drinking wine and she starts telling me about a guy she was dating that treated her badly and they broke up. She was upset about it and started crying, we were on the couch and holding her while she let it out. We started the old tentative kissy kisses where you peck at each other seeing who is going to make the first move, and just as I was going for the grab the boobs/undo the bra manuever a little angel whispered in my ear “She’s relying on you as a friend. She’s vulnerable right now, and you know you’d be taking advantage of her if you do what the little head is telling you to do.”
Of course, anyone who has seen animal house knows what the little devil on my shoulder was saying. I stopped myself and decided my role was merely to comfort her. sigh.
Nice guys finish last, but I think I did the right thing. I still wonder how she is and hope she’s happy wherever she is now. (lost touch with her after I left town in the military.)
“It was the first time I felt it, how pitying someone and wanting to fuck them can get all tangled up in your head. Overwhelming sadness while having a rodney. Is that sick? Yeah, I think that’s sick…” – Harry Lockhart, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
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