I assume you mean unrequited love! I don’t think there’s anything wrong with an innocent crush, as long as you know how to behave properly. A couple of years ago they sent us to a training and I had a pretty serious crush on our trainer, who was about fifteen years younger than me, handsome, with a lovely smile. But it’s not as though I leapt out of my chair and made a fool out of myself. I just listened extra closely, which is probably what he wanted anyway.
I doubt anybody has a crush on me right now. I mean I’m almost 40. Who crushes on almost 40 YO women?
A girl I knew from college drunk Facebooked me not too long ago, and finally admitted she likes me–though I’d suspected she did back in college. She kept hanging around even though our friendship consisted almost entirely of small talk, and was rather touchy-feely in the physical sense, to the point that my other female friends noticed and would ask if she was my sister or something.
It’s remarkable that many if not most stories in this thread are of women being infatuated with men, some to a stalker-ish extent. The usual profile of an obsessed or stalker-ish person is a male loner, yet perhaps it is equally common across genders.
If anyone has had a crush on me in the past several years, I’ve been blissfully unaware of it. My wife and I are coming up on our 24th wedding anniversary, I’m very happily married to her, and if I knew someone else had a crush on me, I suppose I’d feel flattered, but I’d have no interest in reciprocating.
I have my own frequent crushes on women, but my attitude is that infatuation is the vaporware of romance. I enjoy the feeling, then let them vaporize without telling a soul.
Definitely. My worse stalker was a man named Fred, or Fahdi. He was Arabic, and really effing creepy. He used to come up behind me, wherever I was, and start rubbing my shoulders or touching me. I didn’t have the self confidence to tell him GET AWAY! back then.
The other part of it too was that I was young and lonely. Seemingly all of my friends were dating and I hadn’t even had a kiss yet. (I didn’t have a boyfriend until I was 20.) I was at Duchess Community College, and he was extremely handsome, so I figured I should be flattered for his attentions*.
But he was just taking advantage of my insecurities.
The scariest part was when I transferred to SUNY New Paltz in the fall AND HE SHOWED UP THERE! But by then another summer had gone by and I was a little tougher and had a new circle of friends, so I managed to get rid of him.
Still, it’s not as though he raped me or killed me or anything! Not all crushes, even creeptastic ones, turn “deadly”. He just wanted to sleep with me, not kill me, and even if I had made the mistake and slept with him, well, it’s happened to women before, and women haven’t died from bad sex.
*The funny thing that really, really stopped me? More than his creepiness or anything? Is the absolute certain knowledge that my parents would totally flip their shit if I ever even thought about dating a Muslim man. My parents did not like young Muslim men.