Thanks for sharing, I feel like your regret with your crush was one of my big regrets, too. I overreacted over something he did (just because he was "mean" doesn't mean that I should be mean), and then we weren't as close anymore. I was stupid. The whole "hard to get" thing is a lie that I kind of bought into when I did it.
my first actual crush happened like this
I met her in 6th grade and we became really close, and in the summer before 8th grade, while we were at summer camp at Oak Island, i asked her out. she apparently had liked me since she saw me so she said yes. i shared my first kiss as well as my first ^cough cough^ with her.
we dated all 8th grade year until i announced that i was gay and we broke up after a really nasty fight. that year at summer camp though we patched things up and became friends again. we had a few awkward moments alone on the beach after nightfall where we both knew what we wanted but couldn't quite get it, and i remember talking to her about this the whole 3-hour free time we had, just pacing along the tide line.
this year we grew apart a bit and started seeing other people, but recently she got in a really bad accident and i got in a really bad legal battle, and that sorta brought us together again as close friends. and i know it sounds messed up but even though i'm dating someone, she still looks beautiful and i cant get her off my mind. (umm any advice while i'm here? :P)
First crush? Oh this is a good one… My first crush was actually a boy at my Church. We skipped Sunday school class together when we were 9 I think and we walked around on the trail that's in the woods behind our church. I later found out that he also had a crush on me but it was too late because I started going to a different church. R.I.P My life.
I'm not used to sharing stories like these on the internet due to crippling paranoia that someone I know in real life would find it, but since I'm under a pseudonym here, I suppose it's safe. It's not as interesting as the other ones above, though, your stories are all so fun to read!
I met him in 4th grade. He was short, lanky, sweet, and funny, with dark hair and bright eyes. He was very cute too. He's good at taekwondo, and he has a strange sense of humor. Now, I played truth or dare with a few of my friends back then, and so the secret was out. Even though my friends pinky swore to not tell anyone, someone obviously did because eventually, the whole class knew about it, and he did too. It was awkward. Terribly so. Every time we talked in the school, there would be a chorus of 'awwwww' and 'she likes hiiiim'. God, that was awful. But he didn't seem to treat me any differently, and I never had the courage to confess or ask him out, so we never really went anywhere.
I was over him by the time I reached 6th grade, though, looking back at that time, I have a sneaking suspicion that he actually started crushing on me then. I'd get texts from him every day, he seemed awfully jumpy and stuttered a lot whenever we talked, even talked about me to his friends a lot. But me, back then, (other than already moving on from him) was an oblivious little shit and didn't notice any of this. Actually, I just noticed this after one of my friends said they always thought he had a crush on me in 6th grade, so I suppose I'm still an oblivious little shit.
We remain friends to this day, though. Not close, but friendly enough to greet each other every morning, talk whenever given the chance and have a few inside jokes between us, and to be honest? I think I'd rather stay friends with him.
@itsnamira Defenitely, on that last point. It's good that you're still friends, and that it's not really awkward. I have this other friend who I had a little something going on with for a while, but nothing really happened. I kinda just dropped it, because she was honestly really standoffish and rude to other people. It's now a little bit awkward talking to her, which I have to do often because one of my best friends is a close friend of hers (which is funny because she rejected that friend about 3 times lol)
My first crush was this person who's family was a really good friends with mine so like, I had a crush on him since I was seven. So we did exchange a few 'hello's but not much progressed and I continued to like him more and more. After eight years of liking him I had enough courage to text him and he texted me back that he liked me too since we'd first met. But then a lot of drama happened and we stopped talking all together. To this day we often see each other but we don't talk.
Oakie, All I can say is, if I was in a similar situation, I would probably seriously think about who I was actually interested in. If I was too confused, I'd probably break up with my current partner and say I needed time to think about things on my own. So, even if you don't break up, take a break, get into a quiet room by yourself, and really think about it. Take a couple of days or weeks. This is just me, but I don't become anyone's girlfriend without it being serious and dedicated, with the possibility of it leading to marriage. I feel like thinking about dating in those terms helps me. So if you seriously think that way about one of the two people you mentioned, stick with them! You're gonna see a lot of pretty girls in the future, but you need to stay faithful to the one you said you'd be faithful to, you know? Otherwise you should break up with them. If you don't feel that way about either of them, then I dunno man. That would be dating for the sake of dating.
Also, the rest of your stories were good, too :P
My first “crush” was in 1st grade. I don’t know why. It was really awkward too. I don’t even know where he is now. I bought into a lot of the romantic subplots of the TV shows that I watched when I was younger. I guess that 1st Grade me thought I needed a crush. It died out pretty quickly.
My first actual crush has gone on for a long time (it took a long time for me to notice it too). It’s someone that I genuinely care about this time. He’s one of my two best friends, and I’ve known him since preschool. I haven’t told him anything because I want to put our friendship first. Whenever my other best friend brings up how much my crush “flirts” with me (and vice-versa) in front of him, I play it off as a joke. I’m not ready to tell him just yet.
deep breath OH goodness… I think I win the award for both the earliest crush and the longest running crush so far. Here goes.
I think at first, I was just a confused kindergartener. I was too young to really understand the concept of attractive, but he was funny and could do a pretty good Elvis impersonation. (Says the person who didn't know who Elvis was in kindergarten.) I actually modeled the personality of one of my stuffed animals after him, complete with the Elvis moves.
Unfortunately, he didn't really know who I was. We had basically no interaction, and I think one year I didn't have him in my class, so I gave up on him.
FAST FORWARD to sixth grade when we had two smart-people classes together. (My crush must be smart, of course). In one class, we sat near each other and we interacted a lot. He was cute (blonde hair, blue eyes) and funny and we had to work together in the same group a lot. Also, we were in the same science class. I started to like him again and I was pretty sure he liked me back. Of course, I suck at confrontation and never admitted it to him. For our science exam, we did a dissection that required a partner, and he asked me. In my mind, that was equivalent to a date. (Of course, in hindsight, it could've just been because I was one of the smartest kids in the class, but that's not as romantic.)
In seventh grade, we sat at the same table in math and often we'd not pay attention because we were too busy whispering and joking around. I recommended books and movies to him and he showed me how to build paper airplanes. (Yes, I know, I didn't learn until I was in seventh grade.)
Then came eighth grade. We had no classes together except band, and he was actually a bit of a pain in that class. Usually he was too busy whispering with his little trumpet friends or playing on his phone, which I - as a goody-two-shoes- disapproved of. He seemed to just get more immature and he stopped talking to me. I think he mentioned my name all of once the entire year and we had one conversation. That's it. For a bit, I still got the butterflies when I saw him. But over time, I just thought he was annoying and stopped caring.
So my first crush ended peacefully with no broken hearts and no confessions of love (phew!).
@"Broken Princess" Trumpet players… -_- Are none of them decent?
@Broken Princess and Isabel, what's up with trumpet players??
@"Isabel
I sooooooo agree
boys though
one of my best friends is a trumpet player but shes awesome
@isabel as a former trumpet player I find this slightly offensive, although the guys who played trumpet were obnoxious myself and another girl who played weren’t! ;)
i played baritone sax so…..
Oh, most all the female trumpet players are wonderful. It's just the boys. All the boys either can't stay on task or are completely rude. Most saxophone players are weird but in a good way. Flutes are either really shy and modest (me) or really full of themselves. There's no in between, and (at least in the band I was in) all the female flutes would flirt and touch each other. Clarinets often are "too cool" and strange, but they're talented none the less. The tubas are quiet, as are the french horns. The rest of the low brass thinks they're extremely good, when really only one or two are. The rest follow those one or two. And, percussion is… Percussion.
i mean i can't deny that :P
thanks i am "too cool" and strange
:p
all the percussion at my school are dicks
@"Broken Princess" Trumpet players… -_- Are none of them decent?
Worse… he played trombone.
@broken Princess"
uh oh
@"Broken Princess" One of the few good ones or a follower? Because, followers are really annoying. And, the few good ones are arrogant, but they try to say they're trash at the same time.
theres a trumpet player and he likes to turn off my computer
annoying as hell
Classic trumpet player. My last year of high school, one of the trumpets sprayed liquid a** in the brass room. (where they keep the brass instruments)
By eighth grade, he was a low brass player through and through.
ohmigosh thats horrible