Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Yes, I know. Girly topic. Sorry. ^_^
(But, you know, this forum badly needs more Sandy.)

Romance isn’t the broadest field, really. But I want to ask whether anyone of you have any love stories to share? Something nice that has happened to you in the world of love? Or a complete failure you had to go through? What has happened to you in the battlefield we call romance? In short, want to tell us about your history of love?

I have not yet had a boyfriend, so I might not be the best girl to start this topic. I’ve had one crush; I told the person concerned how I felt by means of a letter. My feelings went unrequited, though. We are good friends, however, and in fact I rather prefer that. The other option would probably have been becoming a couple, breaking up after a few weeks, and then hating each other. I’m not entirely over my crush, but I quite like being just… good friends with the guy I told. Reading BCB actually gives me some closure, because I see how badly it could have gone - you might liken me to Lucy and him to Mike, we’ve even been friends for just as long - and I wouldn’t want that to happen. I’m happy with the way things are.

So, basically, this topic is here so that I may fulfill my lust for love through other people’s escapades. ^_^

No, but really, I’m interested in hearing how other folk have experienced romance. Share if you want; I won’t pressure you. If you want to, though, what is your story?

One day I met a girl, had sex with her and then left her. THE END

In all seriousness, I’ve had feelings for a girl for about 3 years now. At first it was just a silly crush, but I honestly believe I’ve developed proper feelings for her, that’s probably the only reason this comic sustains my interest. Yeah, she knows and she doesn’t mind, but she doesn’t feel the same. I haven’t gave up yet, she said not to so there’s obviously hope, just have to go with the flow and see what happens.

I’m 18 and have never had a crush Honestly it’s one of the reasons I like this comic so much, it makes me wish I could feel like they do, even with all the drama that comes with it, instead of just being sad that’s it’s something I’ve never experienced.

the first romance i had was when i was 5 (belive it or not).
i remember that the guy i fancied, callum, said he was going to move away one day and i exprienced my first bit of heartbreak and i cried the whole way home that day.
the next day, this was when callum said he was going to move, callum was there and i was so angry that i chashed him around the playground the whole of morning break and slashed him on the shoulder

thats my first love story

i have had 4 crushes so far and no boyfriends

If you remember that girl from my fireworks story in the Victory Thread several weeks ago, I drove three hundred miles every weekend for eighteen months to see her. I didn’t know whether or not I was going to be killed that night, and I was willing to die for her without thinking. With only a class ring to hand her, I asked that girl to marry me that same night and she said yes.

Wow man…
And here I thought that was all to try and get a threesome.
You truly are a gentleman.

That’s the joke. An hour later I was on one knee.

Recently I went to my senior prom. Never to have been a girl to have caught boy’s eyes, I’ve gotten use to my role of the bridesmaid. But there was always this boy, know him for years have been good friends, I had a crush on him for two years, but he chose my best friend over me. But I was happy for them. Another year past and after they broke up, I thought this might be my chance. But he chose another girl and got her pregnant. By this time I’ve given up. There is no way in hell we will ever be anything more than friends, he might not be in a relationship with his baby mamma but she will always be there, one of his loves. So surprise to me when this guys asks me to prom.

Jaw drops, at first I think it’s a joke, Carrie and pigs blood. But no, he really wants to take me. I tried my best not to get to excited, “We’re just going as friends.” I tell my self. We danced, ate, had a ton of fun and at the end of the night, he kissed me.

I just lived the teen movie drama and It’s not even over yet.

Eh I’m sure I’ve told at least one person on the forums somewhere, but the only time I met a girl I actually thought I was in love with was my 4th grade year. Prepare for a really long ToastyJester past story yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah~

Back in 4th grade I switched schools from my original elementary school to another one close by due to the fact I just didn’t really like the kids at my school, and if I continued to go there I would have to stay in the “After School Daycare” which I despised. So I went to the school where my mom worked as a 2nd grade teacher so that instead of daycare I could just hang out in her classroom after school. For the first few weeks of school I spent my time alone, walking around the playground, swinging on the swings etc, until I met my current best friend, Jorge. He introduced me to his best friend, the girl I would eventually develop feeling towards. The three of us spent the school year together as three best friends, inseparable companions, until one day when Jorge told me our female friend had a crush on me. The signs were a bit obvious, and when I think back on it, I was an idiot for not realizing it earlier.
But I always have and always will be a cynic. I’d seen how the relationships in school worked, and how they most often failed and ruined perfectly good friendships, so I just kind of denied the existence of her feelings. However, I didn’t tell her that I just didn’t want to risk losing the friendship and I wanted to wait till I matured enough to know I wouldn’t do anything to screw up any relationship I may have had with her. At first she seemed like she was really hurt, often not wanting to spend as much of the recess with me and more with Jorge, but eventually I think she recovered, because we were good friends again before the end of the year. In 5th grade she got put in a different class, but we still got to hang out at recess and such, until she moved away near the middle of the year. I was really sad about this, but I accepted the fact and decided I wouldn’t let it screw with my head.

A few years later I thought I was in love with another girl, but whenever I thought of the word ‘love’ I always thought of my old friend. But I knew she was gone and I decided that the feeling towards this new girl, while not quite as strong, could still qualify as love. Until last year when my whole image of her was shattered and I decided that she wasn’t the girl she used to be. There are still girls I wouldn’t mind dating, like this one girl in my science class that has such an adorable face and a beautiful personality that she makes me smile every time I see her, but when I think of the most real love I’ve felt, I still think back to my friend from elementary.

If I ever get the opportunity to visit the state she’s in, I’d definitely get in contact with her and see how she’s doing. Though I doubt that’s ever gonna happen in the nearby future.

Told you I’d post this crap Kariz. And you thought I wouldn’t be enough of a man to do this.

@toasty: you are gonna make me post a love story aren’t you -.-

Ok so fine… Toasty made me do this… x3


So this one time at church camp…. First day of church camp, around when I was 13 years old, and I kinda didn’t wanna be there at all, but I was forced to by my mother (I guess she just wanted a month or so free of me and my siblings xD), totally hated the idea >.<.

Anyways, on the first day I met this girl named Jordan, kinda met her through my sister since she met Jordan when unpacking in the girls cabin. My sister and I both thought Jordan was a cool person and we started to hang out with her a lot.
About a week into church camp I realized that I loved Jordan, personality wise and body wise (she was hot). Like 4 days into church camp Jordan and I were always hanging out together in most all activities and on free time. We followed each other when hiking, sat on the same rock when we went to the lake, when either of us jumped into the water the other followed ect, and we even sat together during the campfire songs :3. It was a wonderful time spending it with her. Oh yea also I remember this one time I followed her into the girls cabin, none of the other girls cared of course (probably cause they knew how we felt about each other) she just had to make sure everyone was dressed and what not.
But I ruined everything with her on the last day of church camp. That night there was a dance and all she wanted was me to dance with her, but being me I refused because I told her “I can’t dance” and not to mention I don’t like dancing. From what my sister tells me she spent that night crying in the girls cabin… I didn’t even get to say goodbye to her before she left D= I was very sad about this and still am…. I really wish I did dance with her and maybe we could have been more. She gave me her phone number and address to where she lived but I forgot to write it down >.< and I was hoping that before she left that I was gonna at least be able to say my goodbye’s and ask her for them again.

This is my love story…. NOW WHO ISN’T A MAN HUH TOASTY?!

:3

some girl let me lick her vagina underneath the playground when i was in 4th grade

this was the closest to true love i have ever felt

My first real crush was a childhood friend of mine, who is now currently still my girlfriend.

We moved in and out of really knowing each other until high school where a chance encounter led us to talking about things, then we were members in an anime club, and… meh, just sorta felt natural from there. Maybe because we’re fellow aspies, i dunno. Well, there is the involvement of a particular anime, Fruits Basket, which i saw one time in said club when she wasn’t there. I found it interesting, so i bought the whole series and showed it to her, then i bought the manga and… i dunno, i just feel that the story brought us closer. Or at least, that’s what i like to think.

Then we graduated. We went to different colleges (she’s still going, i’m done) but we’re still together. It got tough at points, but we’re pushing through it.

I’ve always been kind of a crappy boyfriend. I was more in love with the idea of dating someone then actually being in a relationship. I’ve had plenty of girlfriends but only two fruitful relationships, and that’s because we really clicked as friends. So in order to not be a jerk, I stopped dating in tenth grade and haven’t had a girlfriend since, and I’ve been perfectly fine with it. People dog on me all the time. I don’t know why, it’s my choice and I’m happy not having a girlfriend.

I’ve been in three relationships… Which one should I share? Amy, Jeremy, or Molly?
I’ll share… My first crush… in kindergarten.

Her name was Angelica. From what I remember, she and I were the only ones who didn’t believe in cooties. We became fast friends. And then I started to go to a different school… we kept in touch and we still had play dates. We had contact until I moved away to Arkansas. She was awesome.

Eh, I had one crush.
I know she doesn’t like me back that way, so after a year of waiting I got over it (about a few months back).
…Mostly over it, but I enjoy being friends.
I’ve also had 2 or 3 people who took interest in me, but I turned them down.
I didn’t feel the same with them, but I tried to be gentle.
So far no girl as declared an everlasting vengence towards me yet.

I wonder… how many of ya’ll… are actually girls….


But I digress, none of my past relationships have been very interesting. One girl was just too involved for me and the other was just not involved enough. I think I hit the perfect medium this time though.

@Ved.
I got everlasting vengeance once. She was not pleased when I turned her down, but the upside is it made great use of my skills of evasion.

For me, love never reared it’s head until post-secondary, at the age of 19. I met my first girlfriend through another friend in my second year of University in January 2009, and the fact that it was through a friend is key because I was so paranoid about the “evil/sadistic” nature of woman that I probably would not have made her acquaintance if it weren’t for my screwed up “she can’t possibly be evil if their friends” logic.

Aaaanyway, the 3 of us started hanging out regularly during breaks in between classes and at lunch after a month of off and on encounters. She had this habit of going across campus to get fountain drinks that weren’t in our usual hangout. Before I knew it, she was always asking me to accompany her and we’d talk about things she felt our other friend wasn’t mature enough to talk about with.

About another month down the road, she and I decided to meet after classes when everything was closing down for the day. We had a heart-to-heart and she was showing physical signs that she was hiding something. Turns out I was dead right about what she was hiding; she had severe OCD (I’m not going into the details). She had expected me to freak out, but I was unfazed because I also had pretty bad OCD. We could empathize with each other on a level neither of us thought was possible with another human being, what are the odds? Soon, we became very good friends.

She began to have the occasional freudian slip as the summer approached and I wondered if a relationship could be possible, but the night that sealed the deal was the opening night of Pirate of the Caribbean 3 (May 25th 2007) when she asked me to kiss her in the theatre room full of people (more or less to see if I had the balls to do it) and then a real good night kiss when I dropped her off at home. Honestly, it was my first kiss (yes, at age 20).

From that night on, it was romance, experiencing everything together (we were both virgins and our “first time” was after 6 months of dating). I thought she was the perfect woman and she thought I was the perfect man. We dated for a year when I asked her to marry me.

Long story short, after a little over 2 years, she broke off the relationship and the engagement in August 2009. It’s complicated, but it was not out of spite, hate or anything negative, she just didn’t feel ready for a committed relationship anymore. She told me that when she has her shit together, she hopes that we could get back together, but not to fully hope for it because you never know. So after helping each other get through the biggest break up of our lives (weird, I know), we still stayed close… and ended up having sex several times over the months. I don’t know what we were thinking, too horny for our own good? Anyway, she left for Europe on an exchange program in late January 2010 and we have been in contact almost everyday through Facebook. We are on good terms. She misses me like crazy, one day she called me from France and we talked for about 45 minutes. I hope we can have another chance for romance, but I’m staying wary, knowing that it may or may not happen. Regardless, we have both agreed that we want to stay in each others, if not as lovers, then as best friends.

So yeah, long post is long.

@Taeshi
corner him, but hey, maybe he doesn’t talk about his past lovelife because he’s so happy with you that his past stuff is moot?

I found the OP’s post to be rather ironic - just because you’ve never had a boyfriend (or girlfriend) doesn’t mean romance has never played a part in your life.

Back in high school I had a group of female friends; one of them referred to them as “my harem” once (or someone else did, I forget) but it took me a very long time (indeed, until after I graduated) to realize that they had crushes on me. Ironically, senior year, two of them approached me… to tell me to ask ONE OF THE OTHERS out to prom, and indeed, one of the people who approached me to ask me to ask someone else out to prom was one of the people I was told to ask out. An awkward situation…

Made more awkward by the fact that, at the time, I had a big crush on this girl I’d met online. I was 17, and she lived only two hours away - something which could actually plausibly work out, even. She shared some of my interests, and it was the first time I’d ever felt more than some affection for someone. I’m not sure if love is the right word - she used “puppy love” - but in any event, it didn’t work out, and I ignored the girls who were right there who had crushes on me. So this comic touches me because I see a somewhat similar situation from the female perspective, and it makes me feel like dirt.

Ironically, I don’t actually regret anything other than not noticing - I would not have gone out with them and in the end it is probably for the best that I am still single at the age of 25, as I really have come to realize that I have not just high standards (which I knew even then), but extremely high standards such that I find it rather unlikely I will ever find a mate.

I’ve had a few other crushes since then. Of them, two are still my friends, one vanished entirely (I have no idea what happened to her), one despises me (I don’t actually despise her back, though she thinks I hate her), and one of them is rather wary of me, though saying she dislikes me is wrong - I guess we’re still friends, but rather strained friends. Of them, four of them had crushes on me at some point, but we never ended up together, and really, only one of them ever had a chance of happening, and it didn’t.

Really, I’m glad I’m where I am though, as I am not willing to settle for less - I want, if I do end up with anyone, to end up with someone I love and respect, not someone I ended up with just to end up with someone. I think it is a good place to be, as altogether too many people just end up with whoever is convenient, Life is too precious to waste.

And no, I have never so much as kissed anyone. Indeed, I’ve never even hugged someone who liked me at the same time I liked them. 25 may seem a bit late for such things, but as I said before, I think it is worth it.

I have never known love, just a series of empty encounters. I have trust issues, so it’s hard for me to reach out, much to my detriment. Also happen to be outright clueless when I’m being hit on too.

Woo me. >_>

Titanium, I didn’t mean that I’ve never had romance because I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve had a lot of platonic love, and certainly a lot of awkwardness, that’s true. But I’ve had only one crush, unreciprocated, and to my knowledge noone has been in love with me. I think I would have noticed, actually. I have also never kissed anyone, neither done anything that constitutes romance - in the traditional sense, at least. The closest I’ve come to romance is hugging, but I do that with all my friends anyway. It’s a boarding school syndrome.

Also, I’m sorry, but I have to laugh at that harem of yours. Nothing against anyone or anything, but I have no idea why we do things like that. ^_^

Congratulations, ILB. Your thread is wildly successful and got me to admit I once had an immortal soul. ;D

What happened to it, exactly? ^_^

She got knocked up by another guy, whom she married as soon as the preggo-results popped positive.

And here we are.

That’s… harsh.

I should stop picking on you, shouldn’t I?

Of course not. I’m a soulless whore who changes his political / religious beliefs depending on how much sex they yield. And picking on me is as fun for me as it is for you. So knock yourself out.

I don’t believe that, actually. ^_^

So I’ll leave you be anyway. (Not leave you alone, though. *ding*)

that sounds like molestation.

Met this person they made me a sandwich <3 heaaaaveeeen

Well ive been reading through the archives for a few days and need to vent so i might as well put in my two bits about this subject. See im not good with people, talking to people can scare th shit out of me and i stumble over words and end up just standing there blushing when women are involved, so my first and so far only love happened in an odd place, a kfc kitchen, cant get into details as to which city, me and a fellow worker (she shall remain nameless internet peoples) got to know each other ver several months and fell in love, same interests, good chemistry, immense Physical attraction, (cant figure that one out, she is amazingly hot, im just me). The thing is she has a boyfreind. this complicated thing for her, i didnt make a move, just enjoyed having such a good freind fo rthe first time in a while (complicated reasons) but we kept falling for each other nontheless and it was confusing for her being in love with two people at once the hearts not always so easy to control, confusing for me because i was used to being beaten down by life, years into our freindship with its cloud of romantic and sexuall tensions (proud to say i kept her faithfull to her relationship and didnt take advantage of her), well years into this her and her boyfreid decided to have an open relationship and thing got a little odd, see by this point i was already sort of her boyfreind which confused us both, and we grew closer until we ended up doing what those in love tend to do, i was happy but i knew it wouldent last, one night on vacation she had to much to drink and kept asking for him even though i was right there (hurt like a bitch i tells ya) and thats when i knew choosing between me and him would hurt her too much, so months pass and here and her boyfreind decide to be exclusive again and im pushed to the side yet whenever we saw eachother we would become so much closer to each other that she would have doubts about her current boyfreind but from how she talked about him i knew it was love, being in love with two people can be quite confusing. eventually she would have to choose and her and her boyfreind were and still are planing to wed, so some months later when my brother offerewd to have me live with him on the other side of the country i said yes, not just for the work opportunitys but for her, she doesnt know this, she just thinks its because of the job opportunities out here, but she’s happy. im back to being lonely but im trying to meet people at least, not going so well at 26 youd think id know how to socalize by now, but nope just usually end up standing there awkward like, still im trying and shes happy so thats for the best. sometimes love means doing whats best the heart other than your own.

@ ILB: You don’t believe that I’m soulless or that I’m a whore? Because the very next girl that I slept with was my best friend’s fiancee, and I’m not even remotely guilty about it. (Seriously though, she’s more soulless and more of a whore than I could ever hope to be. Hahaha!)

Well that sucks for your best-friend, not a good way to start a marriage that

They didn’t get married, but knowing her did succeed in turning me into the callus asshole that we all know and love.

Can I hear a hell yeah for being emotional callused!?

HELL YEAH
CALLOUSED

BUT DON’T GET ME WRONG
IM JUST BIDING MY TIME

You guys want me to talk about my romance history?

You guys want ME. The crash & burn King. To talk about my romance history?

… Ok.

SO. It all starts in early Grade 6. I don’t remember any romantic interests popping up before this, so as far as I’m concerned, this is where we begin. I was only just then starting to notice things like the boobs and ass’s of my fellow classmates, but thought little of it because most were stuck up bitches, and those who weren’t never spoke to me. This is about the time that I had started to use the internet in earnest, rather than just dicking around on Geocities sites.

There was one chatroom where I spent the majority of my surfing time, and on that chatroom, I met a girl who called herself Angie. We talked and talked and talked some more, and we got to being fairly good friends. One day I asked if we could meet up, since I knew she lived in Australia, and I wanted to hang out in person, but it turned out that while I lived in Brisbane, she lived in Sydney, which was far too far away.

Our friendship grew non the less, and one day, she asked me through email if I liked her more than just as a friend. I thought long and hard about it, and finally sent back another email with a single word. “Yes”. From there, we started a long distance thing, with the eventual goal of me spending the school holidays down in Sydney to visit her.

Our relationship blossomed over time, as I would write her mushy poetry, and even sent her a few gifts by air mail which she would send me back photos of her enjoying them (Teddy bears and such). I even recorded myself sapilly singing a terrible song that had her name in it and sent that to her, which she claimed to love. I saved and saved and saved all my money, till finally I had JUST enough to catch a plane down there, and another back up after a week. It wasn’t much, but it would do.

I sent her an ecstatic email telling her that I could afford to come visit her, and asking when she would be free, and what she would like to do while I was down there. A day passed. Nothing. Two more days passed. Still nothing. She had always answered the same day, so I got a little worried. I sent her another email asking if she hadn’t received the first one, or if she was just really busy, and I immediately received a new letter. It had only 6 words in it.

“Don’t ever talk to me again.”

Needless to say, I was confused and confounded. I sent another email asking why she was being so mean (I was still a youngin remember), and I got another reply…

“You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me or who I am. Leave me the hell alone.”

I was crushed. The sweet girl who I had spent almost an entire year having fun with, sharing stories, and the first person whom I had actually opened myself up to, had just turned around and torn my heart out for no reason that I could see. She had been happy about my plans to visit up until that point. Even to this day I’m not certain why she did it.

I spent that money on a playstation and some games, and I never spoke to her again.

ILB: I strongly suspect it has something to do with human nature, people liking to form pyramids or somesuch. Plus it is “easier that way”, I think, to people.

I feel bad about things, but not because I would have dated any of them, but rather because I never properly acknowledged what happened with them.

Oh well. If it ever happens again (ha!) at least I’ll know what not to do, eh? The stupidest thing to do is not to learn from your own mistakes.

Of course, it is better to learn from the mistakes of others so you don’t have to have them in the first place, but…

I have one, still rolling. Walltext ho!

So, you people think Mike’s love story with Sandy might be a bit farfetched? Sure, why not, at least with most of the “rational” people, someone dragging a long-range love would pretty much give up after one month, tops.

Thing is, relationships like this happens, and I’m living it right now. With one key difference, but yeah.

Compare me to Paulo. Flirty type, more bark than bite, but undoubtely interested in getting some. Most of my friends sums me up like that. And my love started just like any other foolings. Invite someone I’ve had a minimum level of trust with to come over my house, and ta-da.

I’ve been born with strict parents, unfortunately. Parents which are picky with about anything you could name. So, of course, inviting friends here is a 95% chance of failure. Thing is, we have a house in a beach, three hours of travelling distance. Not my cup of tea, after going there religiously for fourteen years >_O Not to say the place’s a bore, only old people and kiddies go in there. No movement at all. So I grew tired of doing the exactly same trip over the decade, and every chance they go to our beach house, I stay behind here in the city. Perfect opportunity for the above paragraph to fit in all of this, won’t you say? >:3

But this one time it didn’t happened as planned. In fact, we’ve been discussing and planning for this day along the week. My love, only a friend back then, lives three states to the southwest of here, but there were the money and the opportunity. I couldn’t wait for friday night to come and rush to the station for the welcomings.

You know how destiny’s a b**ch sometimes? Yeeeep, last time disaster happens. My pal’s parents discover about the trip, that the excuse it would be “for a college presentation”, wasn’t true at all. In fact, she found out it would be to “visit a friend”, and she wasn’t thinking that it could go as well and healthy as we made it sound.

But we would still push forward, risk everything regardless, we worked so much to get some physical contact… But there where it hit me…

My friend was coming for an obvious sex trap. Heck, I even made it clear that could happen (I’ve a bad habit of getting extremely shy at the last moment, sooo… XD) We both wanted that, also made clear as crystal, so we were both excited. But what were we risking at this story? The trust of a mother, a big chunk of money, and the possibility my friend wouldn’t have a home to come to. Dramatic parents, to THAT point, can you imagine?

And my friend still wanted to come…

I never had someone wanting to risk so much of their life for me before.

In the end, I said “no”, to give up. My pal agreed. It was the best solution. I was sad, however. Not for losing a chance to get into someone’s pants, but for getting a sudden, HUGE crush for someone, and have to give up on meeting her, all at the same time.

Well, that’s not true at all. I was sad, yes, but also happy. I found someone who would, in a way, give up on her life for me. I couldn’t be more happy at the time. I gone alone to the bed that night, on an completely empty house. But I couldn’t be more satisfied with how things turned out.

There’s a saying that goes like this: “in this life, there’ll be someone who’ll live with you, someone who wants you dead, and someone who’ll die for you”. Guess I have found the last case.

Some weeks later, on Valentine’s Day, I declared myself to that person. She accepted, disregarding the distance. That was last year, on June 12th. That’s the date we celebrate Valentines here on Brazil. So, next month, we’ll celebrate one year as “virtual” love mates.

We’re still too far away from each other. I live in São Paulo, the other on Paraná. We never met IRL, but we chatted with each other so many times, in text and in voice, in camera and in the cellphone. I’ve had so many people trying to make me understand that couldn’t go well as we’re thinking it will, but I’d like to believe it can.

We have plans. I’m getting graduated by this year’s end, with some luck, or at least in 2011’s first semester, if I’m not that lucky. With my diploma, I’ve a nicier chance to get a better job. We’ll share a rented apartment somewhere in this country. Heheh yeah, jumping right from newbish e-love to living together XD Nobody will see this well, I know it. But that’s what we want :3

Maybe I’m a delusioned idiot, maybe that won’t go as I want, maybe we break up once we meet our real selves. Hey, it’s life, sh** happens. But we’ve been on that for so long, I want to believe that it can work. Won’t be giving up on that dream until I try it!

That’s beautiful *teary eyes*

I hope it works out for the two of you. I really do.

*Blinks*

I… I want to be the asshole realist here, seeing as my story up there is not the last in a long string of failed long distance attempts. But… But…

*Sniff*

I’m rooting for ya Billy! Fight for your chance at love! Fight with everything you’ve got and never give up!

*Is WAAAAAAAAY too sappy for his own good*

That’s great coming from you, Maverik. Thanks :3 You too, ILB! o/

OKAY so I feel pretty great today, good enough to post another love story for you people to gawk at :3


There was this one girl I met in 6th grade, her name was Samantha (I called her sam). I met her first time in my art class and omg she was gorgeous. I sat next to her at her table with another friend of mine (who’s name I cannot recall atm :X) and apparently she was friends with Sam. Anyways I was shy and didn’t talk to her the first couple of days, or maybe it was a week I dun remember that well lol, but after a while I started to talk with sam and it seemed we had a lot in common. I spent every class project with her it was amazing. We never hung-out outside of school because of parental reasons I guess (or that’s what she said). That whole year we had like 2 classes together and we hung out in both, talked, laughed, had fun.

Rounding til the end of the year (like ¾ done) her parents decided she was gonna be home schooled. It sucked soo much cause I missed her for the whole year and the next year. She started to go back to school again during the 8th grade but she was “changed”. Didn’t wanna really talk with me or nothing : /…. I guess she was a lost cause from the start. But that still didn’t make her any less hot XD

Anyways hooray for that love story have fun reading it… >.> I know its not the best writing ever but yea

aww man I want a love story :’(

Shall we have one together? ^_^


No, sorry. I really ought to stop teasing people like this. It’s not at all good form.

Gee, ILB, even I avoid teasing people in this thread.

I’m so proud right now you don’t even know.

Hee, wonder if there’s any chance for two of you people try a date set in here x3

I now have two possible opportunities for a date, one girl is two and a half years older than me and a school teacher.

I don’t know whether to hum “Here’s to You, Mrs. Robinson” or “Hot for Teacher.”