
Francois Tremblay wrote:Wow Brad, you got a lot farther than I did.

Francois Tremblay wrote:There are no stories to tell because I had no girlfriends or anyone interested in me. I did stalk a girl for a couple months, though.
NoDeity wrote:But, Franc, you eventually travelled across a border and a continent to meet someone you'd previously only encountered online.


NoDeity wrote:Dil wrote: I used to be more hopeless before, I couldn't even look at stranger's faces while talking to them, I was so introverted I was basically a bit of a cripple.
I was a social cripple in school.
In grade 6, a couple of girls on the playground said "Hi". They were just being friendly but I thought it was some new, twisted way of making fun of me so I walked away.
In grade 8, I was getting changed in the boy's changing room beside the pool in our apartment complex. It was a quiet time of day and I was alone in there. A girl, whom I'd noticed and thought was pretty, walked in a tried to strike up a conversation with me while posing fetchingly. It was a real turn-on but I was too scared to let the situation develop so I got angry and ordered her to leave. The next time I looked at her, she just scowled at me.
In grade 9, a girl whom I'd been admiring from afar had one of her friends tell me that she (the one I'd been admiring) thought I "liked" her. It was true that I liked her but I was so scared of exposing my feelings for fear of rejection that I said, "Some people sure have a good imagination" -- and walked away.
Man... What an idiot, eh?


NoDeity wrote:Dil wrote: I used to be more hopeless before, I couldn't even look at stranger's faces while talking to them, I was so introverted I was basically a bit of a cripple.
I was a social cripple in school.
In grade 6, a couple of girls on the playground said "Hi". They were just being friendly but I thought it was some new, twisted way of making fun of me so I walked away.
In grade 8, I was getting changed in the boy's changing room beside the pool in our apartment complex. It was a quiet time of day and I was alone in there. A girl, whom I'd noticed and thought was pretty, walked in a tried to strike up a conversation with me while posing fetchingly. It was a real turn-on but I was too scared to let the situation develop so I got angry and ordered her to leave. The next time I looked at her, she just scowled at me.
In grade 9, a girl whom I'd been admiring from afar had one of her friends tell me that she (the one I'd been admiring) thought I "liked" her. It was true that I liked her but I was so scared of exposing my feelings for fear of rejection that I said, "Some people sure have a good imagination" -- and walked away.
Man... What an idiot, eh?


NoDeity wrote:I never figured out how to compliment a girl during the flirting phase, only after we'd somehow managed to get past the bizarrely difficult point of admitting that there was a mutual attraction.
Once, when I finally worked up the courage to let a young woman know that I was interested in being "more than a friend", she gave me the best and most honest response anyone had given up until that time. She told me that she didn't feel at all the same way and that she would have known within minutes of meeting me for the first time (several years before) if anything was likely to happen between us and then she would have made sure that it did happen.
She told me that she did like me a lot, but only as a friend, which I'd heard all too often and always dreaded. But, it was true. Then she told me that I should ask her sister out, which I did -- and that turned out very nicely indeed.
That is, she pointed me toward someone who was beautiful and very nice and who would actually be interested in me romantically and sexually. Ain't that a good friend?
(I'm now married to "the sister" and still friends with "the friend".)


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