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Well.....I climbed a big tree outside of his house one evening. I had a huge crush on the same boy from 6th grade to senior year. I think I was a junior in HS at the time and my best friend dared me to do it. She was under the tree egging me on. I couldn't see or hear much of anything from the tree and when trying to get down I fell out of the tree knocking the wind out of me. My BF howled with laughter and the porch light came on with the ruckus outside. I couldn't get up so I just rolled under the front bushes as my BF ran off leaving me. His folks came out on the porch to see what was going on. I laid under those scratchy bushes for at least a half hour until the porch light went off again. I felt really stupid.
I never did date that boy. He was very pretty but I saw him in his early 20's and he was almost bald. I was shocked. But he caught me streaking (it was the mid 70s) with two friends in my senior year. Aaaaakk! So much for dumb crushes.
I was always the shy and quiet type in HS, and hated any sort of attention at all. One time I was standing in the lunch line with a guy I liked and one of the jocks from the football team cut in front of us. The jock was one of those guys who made fun of anyone who wasn't a cheerleader or in sports--a real jerk who thought he was entitled to special treatment. The way he thought that neither of us had a spine to say or do anything ticked me off and I didn't want to look weak in front of my crush, so I tapped the jock's shoulder and proceeded to get in his face and yell at him about his extreme rudeness. When I realized that most of the cafeteria was looking at me I was sooo embarrassed.
My crush and I dated for almost 3 years
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I decided to go way off the deep end and write her a poem(I knew was able to write reasonably well for my age), and I approached her and told her how I felt then I read the poem. Of course, after I read it, she and her friend started laughing and I was rejected immediately.
Aww, that was sweet. Teenage girls can be such witches sometimes.
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I happened to be in the course counseling/drop-add/transaction type office and, when no one was looking, I quickly opened up a pull-out drawer that had people's class registrations in there, and found her file with a course that would work for me. I did a drop-add of my own to get into her class. I still never got to know her very well.
When I was 14, I dated this girl briefly and she broke up with me. I used to wait in the park by her school for her to walk by so I could walk her home. I thought it was romantic at the time, but looking back.. that was creepy stalker behavior. She would avoid me most days I think.
Sunbathing, at 15 whenever the guy next door was out. He was older than me. I had no other ideas
It was not a coincidence that every time he was coming home from work, I was out there wearing hardly anything, in the heat lol
It worked, though
I delivered pizza when I was 18. Well, one of my deliveries was to a really cute blond. After work I ended up calling her and we dated for 6 months. That was totally out of character for me.
Our first date was on my 19th birthday and it was a tough date. I ended locking my keys in my truck and I had to call my parents to rescue us.
Actually, I saved up two months worth of allowance money to buy a teddy bear valentinegram for a girl. They came with a little message card, and I signed my initials.
Unfortunately, right before Vday, I got food poisoning, and another boy with my same initials claimed credit and they were together the next day. I saw her holding my teddy bear, I began to cry and I ran off.
...didn't know what to do.
I was depressed for the rest of the school year. This was in grade eight.
Not necessarily embarrassing, but ... I was heart broken when my First Love broke up with me (circa 1974) ... not long after that, I was shopping for my first car ... I found a used MGB for sale ... MGBs were her favorite car, and in my hormone ravaged teenaged mind, I thought that me having an MGB would win her back ... it didn't work, but that car was the most fun car I've ever owned ... 40 years later I want another one
You know, despite my terrible spelling in the title(I blame the lap top keyboard!) this is a pretty entertaining thread! Thanks guys! Keep them coming!
The only car I truly like is a dirty old station wagon with wood paneling I've been in one once and it had a smell and feel to it like a perfectly aged car that smells kind of musty.
The next car I buy will be brand new wagon, but I am definitely getting me some wood panels. And I am gonna drive that thing until my first kid is old enough to drive.
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