Louise Corrigan. Finally, in fourth grade, I realized that I was moving away at the end of the school year and had to make my move. I left on her desk the fancier, larger valentine from the box, unsigned but with an expression of my love. I had fretted the whole night, trying to screw my courage to the sticking point, growing an ulcer the size of my fist, just to leave an anonymous valentine that I made real sure she did not see me deliver.
Ecstatic indecision can really make you feel alive.
In high school, I had a crush on Annam Lê, Nick Yanow, Ian Marquis, and Sean Coristine all at the same time. Never requited, obviously. sigh
I had a crush on this older man named Denny, everyone can guess what he looks like. He was more interested in dating that young Italian Count though. True story. Come to think of it, I know two men (one which I dated) who are now dating counts from Italy. At least that is what they were told when they have gone there and stayed in their Villas. Is Italy full of Counts or something?
HUGS!
Sqrl
All through High School it was Hope Holley. I loved her. We were friends and in several classes together. She had long, loosely curled hair so blond it was nearly white, soft creamy alabaster skin and the deepest, most beautiful blue eyes that made my heart beat twice as fast everytime they looked into mine. I remember her. Once I was sitting at my desk and she was standing behind me her body touching mine and her arms were wrapped around my neck in a kind of caressing embrace. To this day I have never felt the feeling I had then, it was perfect euphoric heaven.
I never asked her out, the fear of rejection to my dream was too great. Then I would have rather had my dream of her then had the possible reality of her rejection.
Regret? Oh yeah. I thought about her probably every day for 2 years after graduation. I havent seen her since grad night.
This year was the 10 year class reunion, her name was on the “unknown whereabouts” list. I didnt go. Its probably best anyway, better to have the dream unspoiled by reality.
Is there a difference between “unrequited love” and “unrequited infatuation”?
Anyway, mine is, ah, well, maybe I’d better just plead the 5th.
There was a funny story about one though. When I worked at a large company I fell hopelessly in lust with a female type person named Kristin, who was a gorgeous blond who always smiled sweetly as she shot me down. After a couple times, (20 or so) it got through my thick head that she didn’t want to go out with me, so I moved on. I left that company, found a girl who would go out with me, etc. Then one day I was talking to my sister Nora, who was attending college at Kristin’s alma mater. Nora worked at the college library, and she said that she had met Kristin, that Kristin had come in to use the library and had started chatting with her, and that when Kristin discovered that Nora was my sister Kristin went on at great lengths about what a great guy I was. Nora said said that Kristin had identified herself as one of my old girlfriends, which was really funny given that we had never even been on a date because she had rebuffed all my invitations!
Jennifer Hanser. It was senior year in high school, a little before Homecoming (September). We were talking one day in Calculus class about our parents’ reactions to people we dated, and she asked “What do your parents think about the girls you take home?”
I replied: “I don’t know, I’ve never taken anyone home.” Which surprised her a bit. Now, Jennifer already had a boyfriend, but he was a sophomore in college at this point, and several hundred miles away, so she called me up and asked if I’d go to the Homecoming dance with her. I agreed, and by the time the dance came around, I was completely in love with her.
I didn’t tell her, of course, because that would have ended it. We went to a few other things together, basically dated without officially dating. I left a dozen roses and a letter at her doorstep on her birthday (which happens to be New Year’s eve). In the letter was a poem I wrote to her, and another envelope which said “don’t open this until I ask you to.”
Her boyfriend was in town shortly later on break. They invited me over to watch a movie with them, so I went. I didn’t go to watch the movie. I went to see if he was good enough for her. And he seemed to be.
So, when my birthday came around in February, I didn’t want to get to age 18 without ever saying “I love you” and meaning it. So, I called her and told her to open the envelope.
I’ve just recently started talking with her again. We chatted a bit last night, in fact. Unfortunately, she’s living in Baltimore, and I’m here in Austin. I’d love to have a real date with her, if indeed she is single again. Of course, I also kinda hope that things worked out between her and her old boyfriend. Just so I can know I didn’t make a mistake in letting her go, back then.
Hey, look, I called her ‘last known number’ and it turned out that her former roommate gave me her “boyfriend’s number”. I was simply stunned. I didn’t think (and still can’t 
) that she would move on to better. . .
She ended up moving out of one house to another, and not really acknolwedging existence (even though her parents were happy to see me again).
Damn my damn luck … Sucks to be single and military …
All through High School it was Jim Hartman. A starter on the Varsity B-ball team as a sophmore. Tall, blond and blue eyed. Never knew my name, I’m pretty sure. Dated a senior who was a (errr) cheerleader. I couldn’t wait for my 10 year reunion, just to see how he turned out. Found out he was killed in a car accident within a year or so of graduating. Don’t think my search engine will find him…
Sarah Barr
Met the summer after my freshman year of college. She was on the Jersey shore, I was in Philly. Spent a good chunk of the month of August driving down to the shore every night (or conning my friends to drive me down), then driving home in the wee hours to go to work. 'Course, the fundamental problem was that she was dating someone else.
After school started again (me in DC, her in Philly), I came up a few times, but it ended with a perfect cinematic scene on the platform at the train station. She was going back to her boyfriend, and I was going back to hell.
She screwed up my love life the next few years. Every time I started getting serious with somebody, I’d think that, if Sarah were to call me tomorrow and say she wanted to get back together, I’d dump the current girl in a heartbeat. She did call a lot, but not to get back together. (Sadly, the first woman I who passed the “Barr” (PI) came out of the closet about two months after we started dating. Donations are accepted.)
I went to her wedding a few months ago. It was a good time, and I’ve certainly moved on into a lively series of failed relationships and engagements (the violins get louder). The only problem is that the guy she married is a lot like me. What can you do?
V.
P.S. Knowing my luck, Sarah is a Doper. Well, Sarah, all I can say is, WHERE THE HELL IS MY THANK-YOU NOTE FOR THE WEDDING GIFT?! (Love ya, babe, and gimme a call 
).
I’ll identify him only as Gladney.
Serious crush all the way through high school. Our junior year I started stopping by his house every once in a while. I wanted to marry him. He wanted to make out. I settled.
::ahhhhh::
Spolvy, can I just say that I am sorry?
I am in the same situation on reverse. I am the one who is holding back.
Same situation.
We have been together before, but this time around things are different.
Some of you know they way my household works and think that this shouldn’t be a problem, but it is.
My UL isn’t about threesomes and such. So we have to sit and watch each other from a distance.
I am not out to tease. It’s just not gonna happen.
We spend alot of time together with our respective kids, but more than a few people have made some interesting comments about our relationship.
This is not just a sex thing, there is something more. Have you ever played with your SO and had them lay down and close their eyes and then you take you hand and without touching you move your hand over them and they can tell you exactly where you are at? How bout when you know when they are near. You can actually feel them in your general area? Your body tingles when they walk in the room, or you find them online?
Don’t get me wrong I feel the same way about my husband.
*BratMan007:
I remember a girl named Shannell McCain…
[S]he asked me if my best friend, Shawn, had a girlfriend, and if not, could I be a dear and set them up? After picking my heart off the floor from under her feet, I said sure, cuz I’m nothing if not a nice guy. This had to have been at least 10 or 11 years ago. I hardly think of her anymore. Strange how things that seemed so devastating then seem so trivial now.*
I had a girl-friend do that to me too. I asked her to a mutual friend’s apartment for a movie night. She said yes! My heart was soaring. Then she asked if my friend Zak was going to be there. CRASH Of course, being nice guy too, I brought him along.
He didn’t care for her (don’t know why), but she pursued him. Then during a “Truth or Dare” game, I told her his feelings about her. She was crushed, but it was eventually a good thing.
We never got together, however. sigh