When did you realize she liked you?

In My Humble Opinion
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I have a confession to make, and hopefully none of the other doper chicks will kill me for spilling the beans, but… a lot of the time we don’t really get you either. Some women may be all cool and sophisticated enough to have men all figured out, but most of us are kind of lost. That’s a big part of how come men so often think a woman is leading them on and she seems geniuinely puzzled by the accusation. Because she often is!

So here’s a request for information. If you’re willing to, think about girls and women you’ve known, and try to shed some light on the questions below. If you think the age of the players involved is relevant, feel free to make note of it.

A. How did she (or multiple shes for those who want to be really forthcoming) make it clear to you that she was interested in you on a more than platonic level? Aside from as one poster put it “grabbing your junk” :wink:

What sort of things did she say? Do? Specific examples, if you recall them.

B. How did she make it clear to you that she was interested, or so you thought. Not the type of girl who was clearly being…unkind by purposely manipulating you, but ones who sent out signals you thought were clear, and they didn’t intend to.

How about her, what sorts of things did she say and do to lead you astray? I’ve personally learned that you can’t say “Oh you’ll find someone” to a guy unless you mean you. oops

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I wish I had something more interesting to say, but what she did was sit down on my bed, signal to me to sit down next to her, and shove her tongue in my mouth. Of course, just a few months earlier she had made it pretty clear that she wasn’t interested, so what she did was probably what it would have taken to make me get it.

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That was basically my story as well. I casually met my wife when we were in college. A couple of weeks later, I left my dorm room unlocked by mistake and she happened to want to come by and visit at 2 am after a night of drinking so she came right in, sat down, and started rubbing my hair (she lived on a different dorm floor). I woke up confused and I was horribly ill that night. Somehow, we started making out and then she eventually left with a friend who didn’t hook up with my roommate. The next morning, I woke up the suspicion that she might like me but I wasn’t sure at all and didn’t want to push matters much in case I was imaging things.

That was always a common theme of mine. I am 34 years old, married, and yet I have never had the distinction of asking a girl out on a first date because I figured that the interested ones would make things painfully obvious and they often did although I am sure that some weren’t quite painfully obvious enough and I missed it. Glances and gestures don’t mean much to my brain. I need to hear it shown outright what you plan to do to me and how you plan to do it. Even then, I might still miss the hint.

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With my first wife, I asked her out to dinner and she said, “Why don’t you just come over to my house?”

With my second wife I knew the moment I met her. She was introduced to me by a friend (a virgin unfortunately) who was really into her, and I saw the look in her eyes instantly and knew that she was into me. It was a double oh no moment. I was still legally married to my first wife, and I knew this wouldn’t bode well for my friendship. Needless to say, I am no longer friends with that guy, but we’re married and have a daughter.

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It was 1973. We were 15, in US history class together in 11th grade. She sat behind me, and lo and behold, seemed to enjoy talking to me!

After a few weeks of this, the girl next to me in class passed me a note saying “She likes you”. That gave me enough courage (sadly lacking until then) to ask her to homecoming. She said yes.

I still have the note. It’s in our scrapbook.

We had our 26th wedding anniversary 4 days ago.

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Between going to an all-boy’s high school and being an insufferable dweeb in my early college years, I’ve only had two solid relationships with those of the vaginal persuasion.

I met my first girlfriend in the online role-playing game of FFXI. I was Autolycus the level 70 thief, and she was Gosha the level 69 White Mage. I spoke much worse Japanese back then, but we spoke a little and in the end had a great time grinding some goblins for exp.

We became friends and started chat a lot. These chats got increasingly more and more about our personal life. There wasn’t one magic moment that I knew 100% she was interested in me, but I had an inkling when we often spend 3 hours virtually sitting together and chatting. Flirting gradually crept in. We started sitting on each others’ virtual laps while talking. Then, all doubt was gone when, during a drunken night, we had cyber sex. One thing led to another and eventually we met IRL and did the real thing. That was my first time. I was so afraid that she literally seduced me, sat on me, and proclaimed “congrats, you’re not a virgin anymore” Proper sex didn’t follow until tomorrow, as my Catholic guilt prompted me to curl into the fetal position for that entire night.

Ok, I’m getting on a major tangent sorry.

Met my next girlfriend online too. This time I initiated the relationship. I knew she liked me because she agreed with every step of my gradual escalation. Chatting —> frequent chatting --> flirting —> rubbing hair —> kissing —> cyber sex ----> plans to meet in person.

That’s been the pattern for both of my relationships. Sadly, I’ve not yet had the common-place experience of meeting a girlfriend in person.

Well, there was this one 40 year old girl who I picked up at an art gathering. I thought she was 30, haha. I knew she was interested in me because she drove me all around town and we made out constantly in her car. We did technically date for a while, but it was more of a making-out thing.

For me, it’s much more common to misunderstand the signs that a girl is NOT into me, then to brush off signs that she is into me. I tend to think that girls are interested in me when they’re not. Le sigh.

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That story made this hopeless romantic get a speck of dust in his eye :slight_smile: :frowning:

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Me too.

9

Before we were a couple, even before we were friends, my wife was a customer of my mail-order tape trading hobby when I was living in Canada. She had bought a few things starting in the spring, and over the summer, we became sort-of pen pals. We had all kinds of things in common. Then she had to move from Mississippi to Florida to go to university. In her last letter before moving, she wrote, “I can’t afford to buy anything, but will you still write to me?” Of course I would! I knew then that something could be afoot.

When I got home from my birthday party on October 1st, she called me for the first time. She had looked up my number on her own initiative. The first thing I said to her was, “I really like you. A lot.” She replied, “I really like you a lot, too.” We have been married for nine years this past May.

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Look, if you’re married to the guy and have a daughter, the least you could do is be friendly! I mean, it sounds like you were pretty durned friendly at least once! :smiley:

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She and I were walking together. We decided to go and look at a new stadium that was under construction, to see how close we could get. I stumbled, she put her hand on my arm and asked if I was O.K. The fact she touched me and asked made me think she liked me.

July 31 will be our 3rd wedding anniversary.

:slight_smile:

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A letter I received. “If I’m going to accept your invitation to visit you in Seattle, there’s something you should know.”

Married 6 years last month.

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I don’t take hints. I can’t take a hint 'cause I don’t recognize one when I see it. If someone wants to hint at something, the absolute minimum recognizable (to me) thing they can say is “Listen, here’s a hint…” I don’t know why that is, but I suspect at least a portion of that deficiency is gender related.

Me: What??
Her: I (thought you…, expected, am interested, was disappointed, am pissed, etc.)
Me: How could I possibly know that? I can’t read your mind!
Her: What was I supposed to do? Spray paint it on my forehead?
Me: Yes! I’m not Charles F’n Kreskin! If you’ve got something you think I should know, TELL ME!

Ah, well. My ex had to tell a mutual friend to tell me she was interested… it was so seventh grade.

Like never learning to dance, this inability to recognize subtle suggestion is a real life dating disability.

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Dude! All online women are guyzlol!

15

The vagina said otherwise. But usually yeah :wink:

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Euphemism noted for future use.

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I first knew she liked me when I was walking across the quad at school (in college), minding my own business, and she called out from about 20 feet away, “Hi, SP!”. Unfortunately, *she *didn’t realize that it meant anything, except “hello, person that I met last week”.

A few weeks later, we had been out on a few dates. We were talking about going to San Francisco for a day trip. She suggested January the 25th as a good day, which I happened to remember from a previous conversation was her birthday. I figured if she wanted to spend her birthday in a different city with me, she *must *like me. This time, she thought so too.

We’ve been married 14 years last month.

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Ah yes, the internet. Where the men are men, the women are men, and the children are FBI agents.

I wish I could actually contribute to this thread, but I’m both clueless and single. Though I did have one possible realization hit me on an airplane a day or so later once. Ah well, too late for that one most likely.

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Another FFXI hookup. I made it pretty easy for him: “Can I ask you a question? Do you have a girlfriend? Because I’m starting to really like you, and I’d like to know now before we talk any more.”

Of course, I already sensed the answer was no and that he liked me too, but one of us had to make a move, dammit.

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I offered, in my best Portuguese (pretty bad at the time) to help her study English (ESL), which I had taught part-time at a language school. I figured the tutoring thing would give me a chance to pass some hours with her in close quarters, getting to know each other, and maybe if things went well, I could gradually work up the nerve to ask her out on a real date. I had my grammar books ready and she agreed to meet me when my shift ended.

She pulled into the parking lot and got out of her car— all made up, sexy body-hugging dress, looking smoking hot and obviously anticipating a “real date.” (Even I got the hint.) I tossed the textbooks over my shoulder and off we went into the night.

Thank God for language barriers. (Married 11+ years and counting.)