My first admirer was a very cocky guy. Spoiler: ... So when he took the long route and asked me if I was interest in dating (well more like if I want a boyfriend); I immediately said no. He wasn’t in my book of crushes or potential future so I didn’t even thought about the meaning of his question. I just thought he was weird to catch me on my way to class and asked such a stupid question. Half way through class, it suddenly dawn on me what he wanted to actually ask me. My second admirer was introduced to me by my first cocky admirer. Spoiler: ... Let’s called him B for now. I didn’t like B either. His first impression was horrible. He got the wrong dude to introduce him to me, and then did the wrong thing by listening to his cocky friend. His friend dragged him over and introduced him to me as a potential dating partner; then proceed to convince me to gift him a hug. When I metaphorically said no, just to be polite, his friend encouraged him to hug me. Then he went and did it. Good thing it was short, so I didn’t feel I lost much. He asked for my phone number and I wouldn’t give it. Lucky his friend left for this portion and so I thew the towel over to his friend and the friend’s mom—my excuse was he could get my number from them. I didn’t stay long and run off. Two weeks later, somehow he got my home phone and called. I was nice the first call and made it very brief. He didn’t get th message so I had to be direct the second call—I friend zone him. The third admirer was four years later. Spoiler: ... He was a friend of my cousin whom I met at a birthday party. I have this amazing ability to feel this tingling fluster if someone admire me and that was what I felt from him. But I was young and thought it was just me being shy. He kept asking me to cook for him, like he was trying to find excuses to come over. He promised to buy all the ingredients and would even buy enough so I could also cook for my family too. Every time I told him no. I was seriously too lazy. Several times, he called me in the middle of the night, like 1am! On some Saturday, he asked me at 10pm to go to Denny!! Which I always said no. I didn’t quite get the picture at first. We talked a lot on Facebook. He’s a good conversational partner. I found his perspectives and opinions very in depth N I like that. But I didnt like it when we go shopping. He tailed me like a baby duck following mama duck. At this point, I didn’t get it either. I knew I was uncomfortable. I think I knew on some level, but I refused to believe so—even my friend was telling me, but I brushed them off. It wasn’t until something happened to my phone that we didn’t chat on Facebook for a week—once we resumed he said he missed chatting with me. It had became a habit and important to him. That was the trigger. I seriously thought about it. He had pampered and spoiled me. Something no one had ever done. He had flaws, but he was attentive and would be a good boyfriend. There were times I was uncomfortable with him but nonetheless I could be mean and he would tolerate it. He made me felt special and kinda like him. But I didn’t like him romantically enough. I was not attracted to him in such a way and even if I had a little of that it wasn’t strong enough. I fear I wouldn’t be able to love him the way I believe he deserves to be. Plus, he was my cousin’s friend. If the relationship didn’t work, it would be an awkward situation. I became very mean to him, well because he was poking me. Like physically poking me. I knew he had good intentions, but I didn’t want to use him since I believe strongly I couldn't love him. He was persistence to ask me out and even outright rude at party, like telling me his lap was available in front my cousins. Everyone pretty much knew he liked me, and everyone asked why I don’t like him. I honestly told them idk. I guess there are some admirers, no matter how much they pursue you, you can’t help but friend zone them even when you don’t want to. I met my fourth admirer through my mom. Spoiler: ... He was my mom’s boss. Ah-no *shakes fingers*, it was not a old cow eat young grass situation. He was my age. When I first met him, there was no exchange of greeting or conversation, but I had that tingling butterfly feeling again. Holy Molly, my mom came home and told me her boss asked for my phone number. She gave it to him, did I get a call from him. I acted like I knew nothing. But of course he texted me. He asked if he could come see me sometimes. I said I wasn’t interested in dating. He said, as a friend. We talked and as he tried to sound me out, I was criticizing him on what he asked me. We ended the conversation after he admitted that he could not be a friend and thought I would change my mind later once I get to know him. Nah—I didn’t consider him. I didn’t like him and his kind of job turned me off. He may have $$, but I don’t want a boyfriend who could potentially land up in jail. My long time admirer. Spoiler: ... It is best to say, he was the third admirer. I met him online during my high school years. Sophomore year I think. We met through a group chat. You know, the old MSN from Hotmail. The group chatted about the crazy side of the world: conspiracy theories, paranormal, and such of that nature. There were few of us, but I enjoyed the chat. One day he friended me out of the blue. He didn’t talk a lot in the chat, neither do I. He friended me on a wimp and didn’t have much explanation to why he did it. We ended up chatting a lot more than I anticipated and he was doing weird things like going all the way to his friend house to borrow the computer when his internet was down; just so he could tell me he could not be online the next few weeks. When he left for Germany with his military unit ( just the reserve, not active) he had his little sister added me on MSN and update/check up on me. It felt like we were dating which was odd because we weren’t. He did ask me out, saying he would be my loyal dog. Haha—I love the tone of it, but I hammered reality into his very mind. The distance was far too much and the fact we never met. He was falling in love with a concept he had of me. People don’t know each other by purely conversations. One must also interact with them, observe them, and see the way the other walks, acts, speaks—their physical traits as well. So I told him, don’t worry when we are gray and old, and we are still single, I’ll marry you. But I did like him a lot—I mean the concept of him in my head. At the time, I didn’t even mind using my dad’s old slow smart phone—you know the first generation of smart phone, they were slow as snails crawling on the ground. One time while I was walking and texting on that slow smart phone I almost walked into a dog relaxing on the sidewalk and soon after almost walked into a pole. I was that into chatting. But I was young and most people around me did not have the depth to engage in deeper and more thought provoking conversations. So he was my accomplice through those dark days. I forgot all about this one, the one I called drama queen. Spoiler: ... I meet him on a dating site. Why was I on a dating site? Purely for research data. But I was indeed curious about dating site and the romantic it bragged about. So I went and signed myself up to do a paper research. That was how I met him and let’s say two others. The other two were quite intelligent. I had enjoyed conversing with them both. But I felt one was too strong in personality for me to handle (he was a retired marine) and the other was in the military active duty. I think I have fate with military man. But back to the drama queen guy—he had insecurity issue. I guess he liked it that I was able to talk about almost anything with him, including porn, without judging. I listened to his stories and gave encouragement as a friend would. I met him twice: one at a restaurant where I broke his concept of quiet and shy Asian women; and the second at the market which he later confessed, he wanted to hold my hand but didn’t ask because he thought I would reject him or think he was weird. Anyway, I wasn’t attracted to him and avoided anymore contact as I see he was beginning to build a romantic interest in me and even asked me out over Facebook. Like who ask their precious out over an internet website? At least that was my thought during that time. We had a disagreement after he asked me over to his house for a movie. I asked if his roommates would be joining us and it sounded like they would. I felt uncomfortable so I said my sister and her BF would be going along with me and his was pissed off. He said I sounded like I didn’t want his roommate to join us, but now I was bringing my own people. We didn’t talk after that, then one day he messaged me on Facebook and said he didn’t wanna talk to me ever again. I had manipulated him and played with his emotions. Some of the stuff he said didn’t make sense to me or at least didn’t march my perception of myself. I said back, he was too emotional and was too much a drama queen. I wonder if FB still keeps my conversation with him. The only thing that reminds me of this dude was when we sat downtown and we talked about our love life. At this time I was still very actively conversing with my long life admirer. The drama queen said the most amazing thing, he could tell I had deep love for my online bud.
I found out years later that they were interested in me, but never said anything. I wouldn't have known unless their friends told me long after they moved away. Not that I have a partner of course, I never got in contact with them again.
ArE YoU BrAGgInG!?! On a serious note. It once happened when I was young and immature(but am still now) but not happened anymore. Sucks to be normal huh~
TBH, there were 4 girls who were interested in me at that time while i was chasing my cousin(yup, i was actually in love with my cousin until i found out later that she was my cousin). The first girl was when she and her other friends where flashing their chest at me(since at that time i didn't have a strong resistance and wasn't iron willed at that time so i tend to nosebleed a lot), she actually confessed to me before elem graduation and i turned her down since i was in love with someone else. The second and third one were two transfer students who got into my class and was courted by the guys there. I was depressed at that time(since my cousin had to transfer schools due to financial problems) and decided to help out since i wanted to descipline myself(since i was a delinquent in elem). Turns out that they became attached to me and both of them confess their feelings but i rejected them since i was still in love with my cousin. The final one was a transfer student who stayed for like a year before transfering and develop feelings for me and misunderstood about me and a female classmate dating which is false since we only got close because we argue all the time(the classmate was a girl who was friends with my crush and has androphobia). The misunderstanding was resolved and she confessed to me but i turned her down since i was still devestated to learn that the girl i was chasing at the time was my cousin. So, thats the story of me and the four girls who liked me. There are others but it wasn't as impactful as these four i told.
As a guy that never put points in my charisma stats, I have certain confidence that all the girls that outright said they like me are lying and just want to get rid of unwanted suitors.
A guy had confessed to me with a straight ball I like you, while we're hanging out after school. I just stared at him in bewilderment & he told me he's not asking for answer from me at that time so we had parted at that time in a quite awkward atmosphere. But after that he just treated me like the usual, even though he was supposed to be courting me. Like no special romantic treatment I've seen in the movies or novels etc. Would have been nice because I like it simple & straight forward as he did. I'm also not really into over the top romantic gestures. But the thing is... I'm also a dude & he wanna top me because I looked slightly petite & feminine when we were in highschool
Is this for real?? It’s literally like a Novel. That’s crazy. Maybe you should adapt those experiences into your writing(?) Man it seems you’ve had your fair share of insensitive guys. I never understood guys like that. I think your very wise breaking those flags and avoiding drama situations. If it where my mom who did that I’d be so upset lol As for me, I prefer to get to know them first before asking them out. Might be a closet-yandere for all I know after all lol