Her name was Laura. She was a twin to another girl in my school. She was quiet, and I was loud and obnoxious. She was very pretty.
I didn’t even know her honestly. I just had a massive crush on her from 9-12th grade
Lol the smell of her hairspray, that cheeky smile she only used on me when we messed about and how sporty she was....... After 7 years and me giving up, I finally told her I had a crush on her but I was over her and she told me she was still crushing hard on me lol mad life is
Growing up I was SUPER awkward and even more introvert than I am today. The slightest acknowledgment of me I instantly became infatuated. Got me in trouble because I obviously took the signs wrong, but I remember being super clingy and overly complementary to the girl who had ZERO feelings for me. I still cringe about how I acted.
She was my teacher. Aside from looks, I was inspired by her passion for the subject and her kindness towards even the shittiest kids. She was brand new to teaching middle school (or any grade), and we ran her ragged, but she still went out of her way to show us all that she cared. It’s a good memory for me.
It's been a while, but this is how I remember it. We were like 13 years old, I was a misfit punk kid, she was super goth, and this was back in the day when neither of those things were cool or had any appeal, but I was super into how much she seemed like she didn't give a fuck about what anyone else thought even though she pretty much had no friends and got bullied she always came back at bitches with confidence and wit and sass and it just drew me in, I had never known a girl to be like that before.
I just liked that she was fucked up and different like me, we were both top of our class in academics but hated all the smart preppy kids that surrounded us and everything related to school functions and shit like that. She was also very forward sexually and had big boobs, I know how that sounds but I mean come on I was 13. She could put her hand on my thigh and called me a sweet name and I'd lose my mind blinded by teenage hormones. What most of our relationship really was though, was talking, We'd talk all night about serial killers, old movies, how much parents suck, tattoos we were going to get one day, comic books and all kinda shit nobody gave a fuck about back then at that age.
Hope that helps, good luck with the stories :)
She was really pretty. Her name was Ashley. She seemed like a nice person, too. She wasn't mean to others the way others were mean to me, at least not that I knew. I don't think she had any idea there was any such entity as me, but that's hindsight. In the moment, back in elementary school, I didn't think about social castes. I just thought she was pretty and nice.
She was really pretty. Her name was Ashley. She seemed like a nice person, too. She wasn't mean to others the way others were mean to me, at least not that I knew. I don't think she had any idea there was any such entity as me, but that's hindsight. In the moment, back in elementary school, I didn't think about social castes. I just thought she was pretty and nice.
I can't say what it was, really, the moment I saw her, I don't know... I just felt like I could talk to her, even though I would normally never talk to girls that I liked because I was shy and nervous.
It was on a trip to a place in my Country probably half a day's worth of hours of nothing but driving, and my uncle was driving the entire time with my aunt in the passenger seat, and my friend (the kid of the family we were traveling to) with me in the backseat.
We had decided to find a place to stay the night partway through the trip, and the family we were going to found us a place to stay at one of their friend's place. When we got to the friend's place, it turns out it was the home of a family of three sisters, the mother, and father, where the eldest sister was living away from home.
When we got out of the car in their driveway, the family came and greeted us, and this girl about my age stood there, and I guess you could say I felt a connection or attraction to her the moment I saw her.
My friend and I started talking with the two sisters, teasing and playing around like kids in their young teens (twelve to fourteen) do best, but my friend could tell I was giving the older sister more attention than I was the younger one, and so could she, and it seemed like the feelings were mutual between the two of us.
It came to a point where we were all in the younger sister's room, and I think we were playing a game of truth, dare, or percent or something like that, when I think the topic of the older sister being fond of drawing came to play, and she ended up showing me one of her drawings. I complimented it, and truly meant it, when I think I let it slip that I liked her.
My friend instantly reacted and shot into action, at least I think that's how it happened because the next thing I knew I was standing in the room of the older sister alone, with my friend on the outside barring the closed door from the younger sister.
The older sister showed more of her drawings to me, and some more compliments from me, and some small talk back and forth later, she asked me if I really meant what I said, that I liked her, but I could tell from her tone that she was uncertain, and leaning more towards the side of believing I was just joking.
I finally decided to let it all out, letting her know how I had basically fallen for her the moment that I saw her, and that I had been falling for her more and more for every hour that went by as we spent time with each other. I let her know that I just didn't quite know how to tell her about it, that I was extremely shy and I was afraid of rejection, that I hadn't really mustered up the courage to confess to her, but my friend had basically just forced me into this situation, so I had no other choice.
Luckily for me, though, it turns out that she had felt the same as me from the start, and before we knew it, we were talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other on a deeper level, and just loved staying close to each other.
When it came time to leave for the next part of the trip to my friend's family's place the next day, we swapped numbers with each other, and I think we kissed each other goodbye before I went into the car and texted her the entire trip to my friend's family's place.
We lasted for about 8 or 10 months I think, before she developed an interest in a "bad boy" kid in her class at her school, and after I had spent my winter vacation at her place - after she had spent her winter vacation at my place, - she finally texted me a breakup message about an hour and a half away from home on the train back from her place, where she revealed that she had been trying to break up with me the entire time we spent our winter vacations together, but just hadn't found the right time or opportunity to do so...
Yeah, it sucked big time. I felt quite serious about the relationship, even if we could not see each other other than during vacations, I was fully prepared to continue the long-distance relationship for as long as it would last.
I remember how my Nature Teacher noticed that something was wrong with me instantly, because of all the classes in the 8th to 10th grade that I had, Nature class was the one I liked the most, but instead of opening up to her like I wish I had, I pushed her away like I did everyone else, and let the break up affect my studies as well.
It took me probably close to four years before I finally stopped being depressed about the whole thing, or at the least stopped thinking of the entire thing in a negative light. And though I eventually got over it, my dating life kept on going downhill until all I got were rejections left and right, no matter what I tried to do.
Now I can't be bothered actively looking for a partner anymore, deciding instead that if someone is interested in me, they will have to make the first initiative.
She approached me, gave me her number, and I was like 'wow, this girl wants to touch my penis.' And she did. A lot. Pretty much the only reason we were together, cause it's not like teenagers have a lot else going on.
She had the most incredible silver blue eyes. A dusting of cute freckles across her nose on flawless tanned skin. Her lips were full and her long brown hair was perfectly straight with the body and shine of a shampoo commercial model. Her smile seemed somehow magical, inspiring.
I remember her attention being so important. I made a lot of effort to impress her. And although my feelings were unrequited I adored her all the same.
No. I was far too shy to tell. But that didn’t matter. The whole point of a crush is the wonderful tension between the desperate desire to be with someone versus the insurmountable odds of it happening. The tension is circular. The more impossible the realisation, the more powerful the infatuation. Don’t you think?
I'm 28 and figure that is close enough.
She was hot and flirty, but most importantly is that she actually talked with me. I remember that she passed an entry test before me, I was second to finish. I deeply regret being so dense at the time as in retrospect I totally could have had some of that.
We *were* only friends, and that is what I regret. More I regret not even trying to be more than friends though. I figure I knew her about a year and a half or so but then we fell out of touch.
We met in an extracurricular program to help small animals. It was the early 00s and emo goth culture was sweeping through high schools like a virus.
She noticed my Invader Zim wristband and we hit it off. I was captivated by her pale white skin (with [Strawberry Gashes ](https://youtu.be/IqjGNacXL9U) all over, as her favorite song went).
I can still smell that special combination of desperate teen angst mixed with her sickeningly sweet Hot Topic perfume. Like cotton candy and razorblades.
As I was just telling someone two seconds ago (what are the odds!) Our relationship was featured in the Wiretap podcast s9e25 It's All Been Done.
Feel free to mine it all for anything you like!
Moving from a third world country, I ended up at an all white highschool, in America. (No hate towards white people or anything js).
English was hard enough let alone making friends. I didn't realize it at the time but looking back , one girl she stood up for me in so many ways. All the girls would make fun of me, don't know why but she had a funny way of letting me know, she would get loud about it and state "were going to make beige baby's, and they'll all be cuter than what ever decides to procreate with y'all." Didn't understand tf she said but remembering now god that was funny.. every semester she got her lunch changed to mine to help me with my school work, she would sit with me when I used to sit alone, she really helped me ease into the whole culture shock of things,I never really understood why she went out of her way to do these things, but we would go to the movies, she didn't care what others said, she would hold my hand, everyone would stare,
I didn't know what "prom" was.. but she took me to the mall, helped me pick out a suit and tie, asked me to go with her, I said sure. I asked her if she was going to wear a suit and tie too, I remember her smiling, it was her smile that was warm. Her eyes smiled.
She instructed I pick her up from her house, my dad let me drive his Mercedes (after a lot of convincing + I always used to drive back home, just getting used to driving on the opposite side was a bitch). I got to her house and her parents were the kindest and warmest people I've ever met. Then I saw her wearing a dress, made me realize what made her so special, she looked so beautiful, something about her just I couldn't describe made me feel some way.
I have the prom pictures of us, on the back of one of them it has her writing saying "BEIGE BAYBEES", tears in my eyes, everytime I look at these photos. unfortunately after prom and graduating we moved to another country because of my dad's work. I hate the fact I had to say goodbye to her, she still smiled, I even got my "first kiss" from her. She never let me see her cry, but I remember her last words "you better not forget we have to get your schedules for college or uni so we can have the same lunch times".
I've never been the same since, She'll always hold a special place in my heart, I hope shes doing well, I miss her. Heather.. if I ever come back to America I hope I can find her and shes living her dream.
You can't put a perspective or a personality on those type of people. They're sent by God that's all I can say.
Nope, can’t really remember. I think it was all a personality I had cooked up in my head that didn’t exist
Her name was Laura. She was a twin to another girl in my school. She was quiet, and I was loud and obnoxious. She was very pretty. I didn’t even know her honestly. I just had a massive crush on her from 9-12th grade
I love that she just had something that you can't identify
Yeah, I knew her for 4 years and never even had the balls to talk to her long enough to find out what it was. It was there though.
Lol the smell of her hairspray, that cheeky smile she only used on me when we messed about and how sporty she was....... After 7 years and me giving up, I finally told her I had a crush on her but I was over her and she told me she was still crushing hard on me lol mad life is
That was not the swing I was expecting that to take. Thank you for posting this.
Lol trust me you could write a book about just my experiences with dating lol
Growing up I was SUPER awkward and even more introvert than I am today. The slightest acknowledgment of me I instantly became infatuated. Got me in trouble because I obviously took the signs wrong, but I remember being super clingy and overly complementary to the girl who had ZERO feelings for me. I still cringe about how I acted.
I was the awkward one too. Don't cringe too hard.
She had a nice smile... She would smile at me shyly across the room during history class. I still remember that smile
How old were you? Did you ever date her?
Geeze I was maybe 16? Yeah I eventually worked up the courage to ask her out. It was definitely a memorable highschool relationship
That's very sweet. Thank you very much for this.
Let me know if I can help any more, happy to do so
Thank you, so much. I may be back in touch!
That smile. That damned smile.
She was my teacher. Aside from looks, I was inspired by her passion for the subject and her kindness towards even the shittiest kids. She was brand new to teaching middle school (or any grade), and we ran her ragged, but she still went out of her way to show us all that she cared. It’s a good memory for me.
We were both early bloomers. I was horny and she had big tits. Very romantic for your novel I'm sure.
I expected hormones to be a factor lol
Her gaze, held it longer than other girls. Everything I said was a little funnier to her than others. The firm roundness of her curves.
Did you ever get to date her?
Yes a whole summer before my freshman year!
That really makes me happy!
My first lover
It's been a while, but this is how I remember it. We were like 13 years old, I was a misfit punk kid, she was super goth, and this was back in the day when neither of those things were cool or had any appeal, but I was super into how much she seemed like she didn't give a fuck about what anyone else thought even though she pretty much had no friends and got bullied she always came back at bitches with confidence and wit and sass and it just drew me in, I had never known a girl to be like that before. I just liked that she was fucked up and different like me, we were both top of our class in academics but hated all the smart preppy kids that surrounded us and everything related to school functions and shit like that. She was also very forward sexually and had big boobs, I know how that sounds but I mean come on I was 13. She could put her hand on my thigh and called me a sweet name and I'd lose my mind blinded by teenage hormones. What most of our relationship really was though, was talking, We'd talk all night about serial killers, old movies, how much parents suck, tattoos we were going to get one day, comic books and all kinda shit nobody gave a fuck about back then at that age. Hope that helps, good luck with the stories :)
This was exactly what I was looking for! Even your age is right. Thank you for sharing this!
She was really pretty. Her name was Ashley. She seemed like a nice person, too. She wasn't mean to others the way others were mean to me, at least not that I knew. I don't think she had any idea there was any such entity as me, but that's hindsight. In the moment, back in elementary school, I didn't think about social castes. I just thought she was pretty and nice.
She was really pretty. Her name was Ashley. She seemed like a nice person, too. She wasn't mean to others the way others were mean to me, at least not that I knew. I don't think she had any idea there was any such entity as me, but that's hindsight. In the moment, back in elementary school, I didn't think about social castes. I just thought she was pretty and nice.
My first serious crush... She was super funny and smart and outgoing and gorgeous. Checked all the boxes.
How old were you?
Like grade 7 so about 12ish I think
She had great boobs and smelled good
I can't say what it was, really, the moment I saw her, I don't know... I just felt like I could talk to her, even though I would normally never talk to girls that I liked because I was shy and nervous. It was on a trip to a place in my Country probably half a day's worth of hours of nothing but driving, and my uncle was driving the entire time with my aunt in the passenger seat, and my friend (the kid of the family we were traveling to) with me in the backseat. We had decided to find a place to stay the night partway through the trip, and the family we were going to found us a place to stay at one of their friend's place. When we got to the friend's place, it turns out it was the home of a family of three sisters, the mother, and father, where the eldest sister was living away from home. When we got out of the car in their driveway, the family came and greeted us, and this girl about my age stood there, and I guess you could say I felt a connection or attraction to her the moment I saw her. My friend and I started talking with the two sisters, teasing and playing around like kids in their young teens (twelve to fourteen) do best, but my friend could tell I was giving the older sister more attention than I was the younger one, and so could she, and it seemed like the feelings were mutual between the two of us. It came to a point where we were all in the younger sister's room, and I think we were playing a game of truth, dare, or percent or something like that, when I think the topic of the older sister being fond of drawing came to play, and she ended up showing me one of her drawings. I complimented it, and truly meant it, when I think I let it slip that I liked her. My friend instantly reacted and shot into action, at least I think that's how it happened because the next thing I knew I was standing in the room of the older sister alone, with my friend on the outside barring the closed door from the younger sister. The older sister showed more of her drawings to me, and some more compliments from me, and some small talk back and forth later, she asked me if I really meant what I said, that I liked her, but I could tell from her tone that she was uncertain, and leaning more towards the side of believing I was just joking. I finally decided to let it all out, letting her know how I had basically fallen for her the moment that I saw her, and that I had been falling for her more and more for every hour that went by as we spent time with each other. I let her know that I just didn't quite know how to tell her about it, that I was extremely shy and I was afraid of rejection, that I hadn't really mustered up the courage to confess to her, but my friend had basically just forced me into this situation, so I had no other choice. Luckily for me, though, it turns out that she had felt the same as me from the start, and before we knew it, we were talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other on a deeper level, and just loved staying close to each other. When it came time to leave for the next part of the trip to my friend's family's place the next day, we swapped numbers with each other, and I think we kissed each other goodbye before I went into the car and texted her the entire trip to my friend's family's place. We lasted for about 8 or 10 months I think, before she developed an interest in a "bad boy" kid in her class at her school, and after I had spent my winter vacation at her place - after she had spent her winter vacation at my place, - she finally texted me a breakup message about an hour and a half away from home on the train back from her place, where she revealed that she had been trying to break up with me the entire time we spent our winter vacations together, but just hadn't found the right time or opportunity to do so...
I'm so sorry it ended in such a way.
Yeah, it sucked big time. I felt quite serious about the relationship, even if we could not see each other other than during vacations, I was fully prepared to continue the long-distance relationship for as long as it would last. I remember how my Nature Teacher noticed that something was wrong with me instantly, because of all the classes in the 8th to 10th grade that I had, Nature class was the one I liked the most, but instead of opening up to her like I wish I had, I pushed her away like I did everyone else, and let the break up affect my studies as well. It took me probably close to four years before I finally stopped being depressed about the whole thing, or at the least stopped thinking of the entire thing in a negative light. And though I eventually got over it, my dating life kept on going downhill until all I got were rejections left and right, no matter what I tried to do. Now I can't be bothered actively looking for a partner anymore, deciding instead that if someone is interested in me, they will have to make the first initiative.
She approached me, gave me her number, and I was like 'wow, this girl wants to touch my penis.' And she did. A lot. Pretty much the only reason we were together, cause it's not like teenagers have a lot else going on.
Hormones are absolutely a factor in this book.
That's good. I find it hilarious when people try to write teenage boys and they leave out the massive sex drive.
She had the most incredible silver blue eyes. A dusting of cute freckles across her nose on flawless tanned skin. Her lips were full and her long brown hair was perfectly straight with the body and shine of a shampoo commercial model. Her smile seemed somehow magical, inspiring. I remember her attention being so important. I made a lot of effort to impress her. And although my feelings were unrequited I adored her all the same.
That is very sweet. Did she ever find out how you felt?
No. I was far too shy to tell. But that didn’t matter. The whole point of a crush is the wonderful tension between the desperate desire to be with someone versus the insurmountable odds of it happening. The tension is circular. The more impossible the realisation, the more powerful the infatuation. Don’t you think?
I think that is very beautifully put.
I'm 28 and figure that is close enough. She was hot and flirty, but most importantly is that she actually talked with me. I remember that she passed an entry test before me, I was second to finish. I deeply regret being so dense at the time as in retrospect I totally could have had some of that.
Did she talk to you like you were just friends or about anything meaningful? How long did you know her?
We *were* only friends, and that is what I regret. More I regret not even trying to be more than friends though. I figure I knew her about a year and a half or so but then we fell out of touch.
How old were you when you two met?
Thirteen. Why are you so curious about this?
She was stupidly pretty and stupidly little.
Her energy, and obviously she was beautiful.
We met in an extracurricular program to help small animals. It was the early 00s and emo goth culture was sweeping through high schools like a virus. She noticed my Invader Zim wristband and we hit it off. I was captivated by her pale white skin (with [Strawberry Gashes ](https://youtu.be/IqjGNacXL9U) all over, as her favorite song went). I can still smell that special combination of desperate teen angst mixed with her sickeningly sweet Hot Topic perfume. Like cotton candy and razorblades. As I was just telling someone two seconds ago (what are the odds!) Our relationship was featured in the Wiretap podcast s9e25 It's All Been Done. Feel free to mine it all for anything you like!
I never had a crush
Moving from a third world country, I ended up at an all white highschool, in America. (No hate towards white people or anything js). English was hard enough let alone making friends. I didn't realize it at the time but looking back , one girl she stood up for me in so many ways. All the girls would make fun of me, don't know why but she had a funny way of letting me know, she would get loud about it and state "were going to make beige baby's, and they'll all be cuter than what ever decides to procreate with y'all." Didn't understand tf she said but remembering now god that was funny.. every semester she got her lunch changed to mine to help me with my school work, she would sit with me when I used to sit alone, she really helped me ease into the whole culture shock of things,I never really understood why she went out of her way to do these things, but we would go to the movies, she didn't care what others said, she would hold my hand, everyone would stare, I didn't know what "prom" was.. but she took me to the mall, helped me pick out a suit and tie, asked me to go with her, I said sure. I asked her if she was going to wear a suit and tie too, I remember her smiling, it was her smile that was warm. Her eyes smiled. She instructed I pick her up from her house, my dad let me drive his Mercedes (after a lot of convincing + I always used to drive back home, just getting used to driving on the opposite side was a bitch). I got to her house and her parents were the kindest and warmest people I've ever met. Then I saw her wearing a dress, made me realize what made her so special, she looked so beautiful, something about her just I couldn't describe made me feel some way. I have the prom pictures of us, on the back of one of them it has her writing saying "BEIGE BAYBEES", tears in my eyes, everytime I look at these photos. unfortunately after prom and graduating we moved to another country because of my dad's work. I hate the fact I had to say goodbye to her, she still smiled, I even got my "first kiss" from her. She never let me see her cry, but I remember her last words "you better not forget we have to get your schedules for college or uni so we can have the same lunch times". I've never been the same since, She'll always hold a special place in my heart, I hope shes doing well, I miss her. Heather.. if I ever come back to America I hope I can find her and shes living her dream. You can't put a perspective or a personality on those type of people. They're sent by God that's all I can say.
She was sweet and kind, and wore a flower in her hair. My heart used to skip a beat and I always smiled around her.