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In my high school and college years, I had some self esteem issues, and only years later realized just how many girls were 'into me' and obvious about it, but I was clueless...
Girls who invited me to their house/dorm/etc alone, one girl who said, when I mentioned another girl who was giving me mixed signals to "forget her, go out with me"...wow, was I clueless!
I'm just wondering if most people experienced that!
Disclaimer: I'm happily married and happy I ended up where I did, but it's amusing to me to think just how oblivious I was!
In my high school and college years, I had some self esteem issues, and only years later realized just how many girls were 'into me' and obvious about it, but I was clueless...
Girls who invited me to their house/dorm/etc alone, one girl who said, when I mentioned another girl who was giving me mixed signals to "forget her, go out with me"...wow, was I clueless!
I'm just wondering if most people experienced that!
Disclaimer: I'm happily married and happy I ended up where I did, but it's amusing to me to think just how oblivious I was!
I, too, was oblivious to signals.
I once had a guy offer to buy me a drink. My response? "Oh, thank you but I'm not thirsty." And he was totally cute!
-We had a class together, and she always asked if we could "work on our assignment" together, even if it wasn't a group project
-She called me over Christmas Break (our parents' homes were 10 minutes apart) because "my whole family is away for the weekend, and I'm bored" - I talked to her on the phone but I think she was hoping I'd come "keep her company"...
Just countless missed opportunities. Had an opportunity to go after a beautiful girl in college after her bf cheated on her. Had no balls and asked her gay best friend to help me. Nothing came of that, of course. She got back with the a-hole who cheated on her, married him, divorced him. Married another guy and had 2 beautiful kids in her early 40's. Could have been me. I blew it big time. Still connected to her on fb and see her beautiful family. Thats just one of the many, many missed opportunities. I look back and I really had it going on, yet had no idea and never felt confident or good enough. I ended up marrying the wrong woman and blew my shot at a family. I want a do over.
everyone is sooo different but something positive to be said for becoming your own best friend first. There are no missed opportunities when you love the one you are with!
I worked with a guy who was tall, handsome, and a former big deal college athlete. I had such a crush on him, but I felt someone like him would never be with short, round me. We chatted all day long about minor and major stuff, went out for lunch (just us, no one else got invited) and errands, like he would say, "Hey, I need some throw pillows, want to come along and help me pick some out?" A couple of times when we were chatting, he reached out absent mindedly as if to touch my face, but then hurriedly withdrew his hand as if he knew it wasn't appropriate. I'm not sure what fiction I told myself to account for that, but no way did I think he actually wanted to touch me!
He left my workplace after a couple of years and we lost touch. Cut to several years after that, when another former co-worker of ours forwarded a photo of this guy and his wife--who looked EXACTLY like me. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I'm glad it didn't go anywhere because I like my life now, but good grief, was I oblivious! And we had the best time together...
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