SJ.COM All-purpose dating thread

Hmmm ... http://xkcd.com/642/

Nah. Couldn't happen. Could it?

 

Keep in mind that XKCD.com is written by a nerdy guy, so there may be a bit of fantasy involved there

 

2mcm, that could totally happen. Not that I'd know. I mean ...

anyway.

another link to share for the girls (since the 'women of SJ' thread is more shopping related): "10 secrets about men"
http://www.peoplejam.com/blog/4052/love-and-relationships-10-secrets-about-men
Good for a laugh and probably more true than funny. Stole the link from someone's blog.

 

Happens all the time.

10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called "best friend." I stared at her long, silky hair, and I wished she were mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her - but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade
The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she were mine. After two hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her - but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
The day before prom she walked up to my locker. "My date is sick," she said. Well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we'd made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends." So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her - but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her - but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of a church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!" She said "thanks," and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her - but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral
Years passed. I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend." At the service, they read a diary entry she had written in high school. This is what it read: "I stare at him wishing he were mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him - but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!"

"I wish I did too..." I thought to myself, and I cried.

 

Outstanding... not that I would ever understand what it's like to be the guy in that story...no, not me...

 

It wasn't until I was out of college that I realized that a large part of getting what you want is asking for it. I spent the rest of my 20s using this newfound knowledge to my advantage.

 

I also failed to learn that lesson until after college. Fortunately, I learned it just in time to ask for what I wanted in an incredibly awkward, but effective way when when I first met Mrs. OOP.

 

You know you've gotta elaborate on that one...

 

Damn. That hit close to home.

 

Damn, KY, I'm sorry.......I wasn't thinking.

 

It's more fun if I don't. Let's just say that I made it very clear to her from day one that did not just want to be friends. That had been a real problem for me and I wasn't about to let it happen again.

 

Double J, it's nothing you did at all.

It's just that reading that brought back all the memories of the girl I let get away, someone who has told me "If it wasn't for me being married to him, I'd be married to (or with) you."