So as you can probably tell, if you've read any of my other posts, I'm pretty inexperienced when it comes to matters of the heart. Let's tell the situation up front. There's a guy I really like and he's gay (so that's a relief at least). The only problem is that I think I'm making it pretty clear I like him but his response just seems friendly, not anything flirty or more. So I can only put his luke-warm responses down to three options:
a) He doesn't like me back.
b) He doesn't know I like him.
c) I'm just unlovable
And so I don't know whether to just go full on and be totally honest with him about how I feel or even if there is another way to go about things.
You see the problem is that I've been honest in the past. Three times and usually you get three strikes then you're out of the game. And I've also been told that the way I tell people sometimes comes across as creepy, which is always what you want to hear and never gives you a complex.
I'm going to put below the three examples, just so you can see why I'm so averse to confessing my feelings.
**BACKSTORY TIME**
The first time I ever did anything romantic was when I was sixteen/seventeen. I was young and naïve, still under the assumption that I liked girls. So there was this girl. I thought she was amazing. She wasn’t your typical girly girl but she wasn’t butch and manly either, she was sort of approachable and real and I really liked that. So, being young and naïve, I asked my friend what I should do. She suggested I come clean about my feelings (which I would have suggested to anybody who asked me). Well, I wrote a letter in the most confessional and romantic way that I knew how. Let’s be real here, I understand nobody is ever going to swoon at the way I look, so I like to translate that by being rather eloquent and romantic with my language when need be. The plan was to have my friend give the letter to her whilst I was on holiday, that way she would have time to think about things and not feel pressured into anything. When I got back the only person who didn’t talk about the letter was this girl. Apparently everybody else had seen it too, which was devastating in itself, but then she just pretended it didn’t exist.
I should mention that I understand now that no romantic prospect would have been beneficial from this relationship (given that I’m not that way inclined to females) but the whole “pretending somebody hasn’t just confessed their feelings for you” actually hurts.
The second time was when I turned twenty-one. This one’s a little bit more difficult to go into because it’s still really sore to talk about because of how momentous it was. But anyway, I was chatting to this guy online for a while and he was really interested in me. He seemed to like me and I liked him too, he was the first guy around my age that had ever shown an interest in me, everybody else was over my age limit and it just wasn’t gonna happen. But yeah, so I’d been talking to him for a long time and he seemed to want something serious. He knew all the words to lead you on to get what he wanted and then, when he got what he wanted, he just stopped talking to me. It would have been random if it hadn’t been the day after we met that he went radio silent. It was, to say the least, painful.
Some honourable mentions before I get to the final third strike.
- The girl I liked when I was, like, ten. Bought loads of sweets for, she accepted my gift and used and abused my generosity to get free things.
- The guy I liked at University who found out I liked him and just proceeded to not socialise with me as much. Just distanced himself from me.
- The other guy I liked at University who told me I’d see him at the future society events and then never showed up. Added me on Facebook and then deleted me shortly after.
Strike number three is currently quite painful. It’s still very raw and open because it literally happened this month. So there’s this guy I quite like, or at least I don’t know him very well and would love to get to know him better. We’ve chatted a bit online but nothing serious. Well, anyway, he puts out a tweet along the lines of “if you could be anything you wish, what would it be?” And my response was “What I wish I could be is the name of a Jessica Simpson single released on October 13, 2003 and written by Billy Mann, Andy Marvel and Jessica Simpson”. I thought that was rather romantic. It’s cryptic and requires a little bit of an investigation but the end result is quite nice. Let me translate for you (and save you the time and effort of researching it). The single by Jessica Simpson is called “With You” and so my cryptic message translates as “What I wish I could be is With You”. Romantic, right? Well it’s going the way of all my other romantic gestures in that he never acknowledged the comment.
a) He doesn't like me back.
b) He doesn't know I like him.
c) I'm just unlovable
And so I don't know whether to just go full on and be totally honest with him about how I feel or even if there is another way to go about things.
You see the problem is that I've been honest in the past. Three times and usually you get three strikes then you're out of the game. And I've also been told that the way I tell people sometimes comes across as creepy, which is always what you want to hear and never gives you a complex.
I'm going to put below the three examples, just so you can see why I'm so averse to confessing my feelings.
**BACKSTORY TIME**
The first time I ever did anything romantic was when I was sixteen/seventeen. I was young and naïve, still under the assumption that I liked girls. So there was this girl. I thought she was amazing. She wasn’t your typical girly girl but she wasn’t butch and manly either, she was sort of approachable and real and I really liked that. So, being young and naïve, I asked my friend what I should do. She suggested I come clean about my feelings (which I would have suggested to anybody who asked me). Well, I wrote a letter in the most confessional and romantic way that I knew how. Let’s be real here, I understand nobody is ever going to swoon at the way I look, so I like to translate that by being rather eloquent and romantic with my language when need be. The plan was to have my friend give the letter to her whilst I was on holiday, that way she would have time to think about things and not feel pressured into anything. When I got back the only person who didn’t talk about the letter was this girl. Apparently everybody else had seen it too, which was devastating in itself, but then she just pretended it didn’t exist.
I should mention that I understand now that no romantic prospect would have been beneficial from this relationship (given that I’m not that way inclined to females) but the whole “pretending somebody hasn’t just confessed their feelings for you” actually hurts.
The second time was when I turned twenty-one. This one’s a little bit more difficult to go into because it’s still really sore to talk about because of how momentous it was. But anyway, I was chatting to this guy online for a while and he was really interested in me. He seemed to like me and I liked him too, he was the first guy around my age that had ever shown an interest in me, everybody else was over my age limit and it just wasn’t gonna happen. But yeah, so I’d been talking to him for a long time and he seemed to want something serious. He knew all the words to lead you on to get what he wanted and then, when he got what he wanted, he just stopped talking to me. It would have been random if it hadn’t been the day after we met that he went radio silent. It was, to say the least, painful.
Some honourable mentions before I get to the final third strike.
- The girl I liked when I was, like, ten. Bought loads of sweets for, she accepted my gift and used and abused my generosity to get free things.
- The guy I liked at University who found out I liked him and just proceeded to not socialise with me as much. Just distanced himself from me.
- The other guy I liked at University who told me I’d see him at the future society events and then never showed up. Added me on Facebook and then deleted me shortly after.
Strike number three is currently quite painful. It’s still very raw and open because it literally happened this month. So there’s this guy I quite like, or at least I don’t know him very well and would love to get to know him better. We’ve chatted a bit online but nothing serious. Well, anyway, he puts out a tweet along the lines of “if you could be anything you wish, what would it be?” And my response was “What I wish I could be is the name of a Jessica Simpson single released on October 13, 2003 and written by Billy Mann, Andy Marvel and Jessica Simpson”. I thought that was rather romantic. It’s cryptic and requires a little bit of an investigation but the end result is quite nice. Let me translate for you (and save you the time and effort of researching it). The single by Jessica Simpson is called “With You” and so my cryptic message translates as “What I wish I could be is With You”. Romantic, right? Well it’s going the way of all my other romantic gestures in that he never acknowledged the comment.










