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March 17th, 2013 by Molly (Tallahassee, FL)

I had a crush on this guy from church I knew so when his birthday came around I volunteered to hand deliver his card. I was feeling a little icky, but assumed that it was just nerves. He answered the door and seemed pleased to see me and invited me in. He was alone watching some tv movie. He gave me a tour of his apartment and as we were walking around I realized it was not nerves after all. I was thinking I better get the hell out of there. He must have been lonesome because he sort of insisted I stay and watch the movie. I thought, fine, I’ll hit the bathroom and all will be well. I ask if I may and head for the stairs. He says, “there is a bathroom right here, GO ahead”. I was mentally knocking my head into the wall because it was right next to the steps. I had to do it though so I went in, ran the water and prayed for the best. When I came out, he didn’t look like he was suppressing laughter so I thought perhaps I was in the clear. Well, I sat back down and realized this was not over. I stuck it out as long as I could, made an excuse and left. I made it not a block when I had to jump out and puke on the lawn, I could still see his front door. I got a call a few minutes later from a co worker who wanted to know if I also had the stomach flu…. WTF. SO the next day, church boy calls to say hi while walking his dog. He tells me to hand on, and I hear him yelling “NOOOOO don’t eat that”. He comes back and says, “I gotta go, some a-hole puked on the lawn and my dog is eating it”. Doomed.

Shot for a goal, got a red card

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December 21st, 2012 by beckaboo101 (Ft. Collins, CO)

Last year, my sorority threw a Saddie Hawkings dance. I had been crushing on this guy for the past couple years and decided that this way my chance. I walked up to him and asked if he wanted to go to the dance with me. He said no because he had a big soccer game to play in on that night. I was a little upset but I knew it wasn’t his fault. The night of the dance, I saw him across the room and decided to go and ask him for a dance thinking he just go here after the soccer game. I go up and ask for the dance and get ready to calm my nerves so the dance would be smooth. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “I don’t think you get it. Leave me alone.”

I remember way back when I was in high school and had a crush on one of the hottest (I thought so at least) girls in school. We had a few classes with each other and over the course of the school we got to know one another a bit. Nothing major just chit chat walking to class here and there occasionally sitting with each other at lunch if we couldn’t find any of our respective clicks to sit with. As the end of the school year was approaching so was that horribly awkward time when every guy was expected to man up and ask some girl to the prom. My whole high school career I had been dreading this moment in time. Ya see I have never been quite the lady killer if ya know what I mean. I was that one guy who girls always likened me to their brother not the guy they wanted to hook up with after the game at some keger in the woods. As the time was quickly approaching to make a fool of myself I could only think of one girl that was worth receiving the inevitable rejection from. Ya guessed it, the hot chick that I had gotten to know over the year. So one day I gathered the courage up approached the hot girl and popped the question, will ya goto prom with me? The answer came quick and swift “I would if I wasn’t gay.” Now I had been turned many times before but never like that. “I would if I wasn’t gay”, I had no idea if she was telling the truth or not but I wasn’t going to ask. Needless to say I spent prom at home playing Donkey Kong on my No-friend-o.

David was a great kisser. He really knew how to pull you in close and give you a passionate, roll your eyes to the back of the head kiss. Heck even my mom was jealous when she saw us sucking face in her living room. David made a lot of promises that a naive 18 yr old girl about to graduate from high school would fall for. Especially one who had a bad complexion, thick glasses and an introverted personality. With his dark curly hair, solid build, and olive skin most girls would drool. add to that he promised we could go over his aunt’s horse farm after prom. What girl’s jaw wouldn’t drop. Alas, David was a lady’s man and his promises were mere pipe dreams. He “fell in love” with someone else a week or so later and I ended up asking a friend to prom instead…a friend who eventually became my husband of 15 years. So girls keep your chins up. If the first fish gets away keep fishing because there’s plenty more.

Prom?

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October 24th, 2012 by Student14 (Gahanna, Ohio)

When I was a junior in high school, I had a crush on one of my close girl friends. She was very smart, funny, and we had been friends for a while. After starting to talk to her more and flirting with her, I couldn’t hide my true feelings any longer. I asked her out to prom to go as “just friends” so that neither of us would go dateless and we could spend the night together and have fun. She told me that she did not think that it was a good idea because she did not want to give others the wrong impression of us and did not want to lead me on. I ended up telling her how I really felt about her and my feelings, but she told me she did not feel the same way. She wanted to remain friends, but she did not feel the same way about me. She also told me she did not want to date in high school because people move away, which I told her I understood. After a couple weeks, I was getting over her when I found out that she had started dating one of her other close guy friends. I was torn because although she was my friend and I cared for her, she told me she did not want to be dating anyone and then ended up dating someone. Although she is still my friend, I felt betrayed by her and decided not to get involved with her romantically anymore because she did not feel for me like I felt for her. She is a nice girl, but she didn’t think we were made to be together.

I had to do a project with a girl in my class, and all during our meeting she talked about the blind date she was going on and how nervous she was. I ended up doing all the work and told her that she was really no help to me. After that, she was very bitchy and threw me some nice insults before she stormed off. That night, me and my friend went on a double date with this girl he liked and her friend. The friend (who was supposed to be for me) was the girl from my class. It went on from there, we didn’t say one word to each other and my friend cant really keep conversation. On top of that, my friend tried to make conversation on how great a friend I was, and that the girl is lucky to have this opportunity with me. Then my friend payed the check and the girl my friend was interested in never called him again. I felt bad but it was probably for the best.

A couple of years ago I got out of a horrible relationship. The relationship lasted 3 years so I was pretty bummed when I was dumped. I decided to start dating again so I recruited all my friends to find me single men. This was a huge mistake, as some of my friends have completely different tastes in men than I do. I went on at least twenty dates, and they all became a blur until the very last one. My friend Cara set me up with her older brother’s roommate, Travis. She told me he was tall and had dark hair, which I’m attracted to tall, dark, and handsome men. I agreed to meet him at the Rec Plex to go ice skating. I drove up to the Rec Plex and waited for Travis by the entry as we planned. I saw someone drop this awkwardly lanky guy off. He had a baby blue scarf and a hat with the ball at the end of it. I thought, ladies and gentlemen we have a winner, as he shook my hand vigorously and mumbled “Travis”. You see Travis was nervous about the date, but he was more nervous about ice skating. He said “I’ve never been ice skating before, and I’ll end up in the emergency room. There will be blood everywhere.” I told him hew was overreacting and to try. We made it one lap and he slipped. A little girl skates right over his hand. I gasped. He was in the fetal position on the ice. We had to rush him to the hospital. The whole ride there he was crying and saying he was right. I felt terrible. When we got to the ER, the nurse asked me if I was his girlfriend, and I said “Hell no!”

I talked with a guy online for awhile and he seemed really cool. We met for a date and it soon became apparent that the vivacious and interesting man online was in reality a major bore. We sat through an awkward meal where he complained about how girls dislike him and usually don’t want to date him. He said he was anxious to find a girlfriend before his deployment overseas, so I felt majorly pressured to make a commitment. On the drive home, he complained at length about the last girl he dated (and rejected him). I felt very sorry for him, but didn’t want to date someone out of pity. When he asked me to be his girlfriend I declined. I’m sure he complained about my rejection on his next date…

Too Shy

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December 31st, 2011 by Lizzy (Columbia, MO)

One time, I met a seemingly super nice, talkative, and sweet boy on a random social networking website. We happened to be from the same town and new a few of the same people, but had never met in person. We chit chatted on the phone for a couple of weeks, and sent tons of flirty text messages. We’d pretty much agreed we were on the fast track to a real relationship, but obviously needed to meet in person first. Once we agreed upon a date and decided to meet, it couldn’t have been more awkward! We both brought friends with us to help with the awkwardness but even that didnt diffuse the tension. We hung out at a park with friends for a few hours and barely spoke or made eye contact. Then, it started pouring rain so everyone left quickly. The boy and I barely even said goodbye to one another! After that, we pretty much agreed we were WAY too shy and agreed to try again, but never met up. I was super bummed over the rejection, but it happens.

Knee in the back

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September 17th, 2010 by embarrassed (Denver, CO)

During high school, I went with a group of students to a state tournament. One night, our teachers turned early, and we had a party in one of the rooms. By the end of the night, I was left in my room with a cute sophomore named Amy. After returning from brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I noticed that Amy was in my bed. “Hmm…” I thought, “if she’s sleeping there, where will I sleep?” I vocalized this concern. Giggling, she told me to get into bed, which I did with a combination of excitement and terror. Eventually, I came to the realization that I should make my move. In the intervening hour since I crawled into bed, she’d fallen asleep. Determined to subtly rouse her, I nudged her gently in the small of her back with my knee. This led to nothing, so I stepped up my efforts and nudged her slightly less gently (again to no avail). This went on until I finally drifted off to sleep. By the time I finished breakfast the next morning, it was as if the whole thing had never happened. That is, until our whole group (less our teachers, of course) convened, and Amy walked up to me and said “wow, I shouldn’t sleep with you again; you were kneeing me in the back all night.” I was mortified. I thought that everyone in our group must think I was a huge looser. In retrospect, I realize that one of the cutest sophomores in our school had just confirmed (in front of a large audience of our peers) that she and I had slept in the same bed the night before. I should have been pleased. Instead, I felt embarrassed and ashamed around her for the next year and half.