"In elementary school, this kid had an unhealthy crush on me. After our class performed our holiday play, he approached me and told me that if I don't go out with him he would shove a thumb tack up his nostril. He actually did it and had to go to the hospital."
"A group of friends and I were all hanging out together. My best friend Tristan and I were sitting next to each other. My other friend let slip that another friend who had just left had been raving about how cool I was and how he loved spending time with me etc. He reckoned the friend totally had a crush on me. I laughed and said, 'No, he just likes me as a friend.'
Friend then said, 'No. He definitely sees you as more than a friend. Just like Tristan.'
Me and Tristan, 'WHAT?!'
And that was the day I discovered two of my friends had crushes on me. Oh and the friend who outed them also had a crush on me. I'm married to him now."
"So when I was 19, a few friends and I got an apartment. It was your prototypical bachelor pad, 2 bedrooms to 4 guys kind of place. We all worked different schedules and so it just seemed like there was always a party going on. There was a girl who started coming who was super cool. We would always end up hanging out for most of the night, talking and just joking around. I never really received any 'signals' from her, so we never moved past just talking, the occasional hug, etc.
Well one day, she brings her best friend. Her best friend was cool, not as good looking but definitely a lot more 'forward'. Through the night we flirted and ended up in a bedroom by the end of it all. We are well into the act when my friend (the girl) walks in. Given the position we were currently in, I got to see this poor girl walk in, turn white, stare for a second to process it then run out of the room crying.
Apparently, she had had a huge crush on me and had spent several weeks telling her friend about me only to find me in the bedroom with the said friend. I had no clue she felt that way and felt like an absolute jerk after I found out. That was a really awkward night..."
"In 9th-grade drama class, this girl asked the teacher to keep me after class to help her practice a scene. It turned out she was doing a Juliet monologue and I was standing in for Romeo.
The teacher sat me down on a chair in the center of the room and stepped back. Then this girl dramatically walked through the door from the teacher's office where she had been hiding and stood like 5 feet in front of me. She stared into my eyes for the entire thing, professing her love to 'Romeo', while my drama teacher giggled over in the corner. I was 100% not into this girl, but as I awkwardly left after the bizarre situation was over, my teacher said 'You two would be so cute together!'
"In preschool there was a girl that had a crush on me and desperately wanted to give me a kiss. Naturally at that time girls had cooties and there was no way I was letting that kiss happen.
She chased me to the playground at school while I was on the swings. The metal swing hit her in the head and cracked open her skull. She went to the ER and was fine, but I never saw her again."
"At my 16th birthday party, one of my best friends of like two years (at the time) was planning to ask me out. All of my other friends knew and they were acting really weird throughout the party because of it (trying to get me and him alone, asking me questions about whether I liked him, other teenager stuff). He ended up awkwardly saying, 'So... you're a human... I'm a human... let's just be humans together.' He tiptoed around the topic for a good 5 minutes before I understood. We ended up not dating, but we're still close and now joke about this all the time!"
"I worked in the dorms during college and I had about 12 desk workers that reported to me. They'd leave me notes on scheduling needs and what-not in a mailbox in the desk area office. I found a note from one of my workers and started reading it. She was professing her love for me. It talked about imagining what our first kiss would be like. She sounded needy and desperate. She was also sitting at the desk I was 6 feet behind.
I grabbed all of my mail and pretended to read something else while walking quickly to my Hall Director's office. I handed him the note and described any conversation the girl and I may have had to cover and Harassment guideline needs. He finished the note, looked at me seriously, then started laughing.
I studied up on school policies and talked to the girl about dating rules between the direct report and why it is a bad idea. I also had to say that I considered all of my co-workers, friends and dating friends is a recipe for disaster. It was a horrible experience. I've found firing people to be an easier task."
"I was in a study-abroad program in college with about 55 students. It was a small house and people talked a lot. This guy had been telling people that we dated for 6 months, but that we'd just broken up so they shouldn't say anything to me because I was still heartbroken...as if that would not have gotten back to me. Also one of my housemates was my roommate the year before (during the window where he and I were 'dating,' so she knew he was lying). I called him out on the lies, and he actually had the guts to tell me that he had feelings for me, and that talking about us dating was the closest he thought he'd ever get to actually dating me."
"When she tried to kiss me while we were catching up after work one day. We flirted a lot before then, but she's 10 years older than me and happily married to a very wealthy man with children, so I never thought it was anything more than us just being good friends.
Every now and then she'd ask me out for lunch or to catch up, and I'd agree thinking she'd gotten over it. Nope. She'd go in for a kiss and I'd have to fight her off. She told me one day that she loved me, and that was it, I realised I was going to have to put my foot down. I slowly cut contact outside of work with her. She left for another job a few weeks back, I don't think I'll be keeping in contact."
"This guy I've known in passing for a few years invited me to hang out with him, his roommate (whom I was better friends with), and roommate's girlfriend. I got sick and he drove me home where he then spent the hour drive confessing that he had been in love with me for years (we had spoken MAYBE two dozen words in that time), and was pushed to action when he heard my boyfriend was going to propose soon.
I don't know what his plan was. Like he thought I'd break up with my boyfriend of three years?
I tried staying friends but he made it weird, which is sad. He was a pretty cool guy but did not understand boundaries AT ALL."
"He stalked me when I was 15 (he was a few years older). He always turned up to get the same bus as me after school without fail - I used to go out after school with friends so he had no way of knowing what time I would get the final bus home without following me. Then he would walk me home despite living the opposite direction when we get off the bus and me insisting he shouldn't. Final nail in the coffin was delivering a 'girlfriend' valentines card and chocolate to my house which was taken in by my confused dad. I was so upset and embarrassed I screamed at the boy the next time I saw him and he left me alone!"
"I was in my 2nd year of university and lived in the dorms. It was right around Halloween. The guy was someone I'd met at my quad's Halloween party. We talked a little but I spent most of my time talking to friends, a lot of it making plans for where we were going to go for our after-party. The guy and I made plans to meet up in a few days for lunch.
Over the next few days, I kept finding notes on my door. Nothing too bad but just enough to weird me out. Stuff like 'You have a beautiful laugh' when normally the notes people left on my door were more along the lines of 'Grabbed [x] from the c-store for you' or 'Can I borrow your mixing bowls?'.
Anyway, I came down with this nasty stomach bug. I was puking my guts out and trying not to turn into a diarrhea fountain. It hit the night before the lunch meeting with the guy and lasted about 36 hours. I sent the guy a message saying I was sick and could we reschedule for another time, maybe on the weekend. I never got a response but a few hours later, I heard a knock on my door. This guy proceeded to sit outside my door for several hours, trying to get me to let him in. The first 20-ish minutes or so, it seemed sweet but when I left at one point to run to the bathroom...it didn't end up being nearly so sweet. He went into my room and was making himself comfy in my bed. When I came back, he held his arms out and said he'd make everything better... yeah, no. I got my friend's boyfriend, who lived in her room with her, to help get the guy out. The guy stayed away for about an hour and spent the next several hours just sitting outside my room, blocking the doorway and leaving me feeling trapped in my room.
Eventually he left. I felt so nervous going in and out of my room for a couple of weeks afterwards though. Quad staff/ university police were not at all helpful. My friend and her boyfriend had my back and I was on good terms with a lot of the guys in my building (3/4 of building was male) which is what ended helping me the most. Friend and her boyfriend kept an eye on my room and my friend would text me if she saw the creeper on our floor. My guy friends had the same/similar classes as me so I always had at least 1 person who was willing to walk with me on campus near our quad and we usually went to lunch/supper in groups of 3+. Still, it took until about Valentines Day for the creeper to finally leave me alone."
"A girl I knew back in high school was a notorious stalker. My friend circle tended to be the main targets of this stalking. She obviously got all her ideas of romance from teen romance novels and TV shows because she would bombard these guys with songs, poetry, and straight up professions of love. She was even the type to count the curls in a guy's hair when sitting in class.
She once sent my best friend an email asking about an assignment with some 'hidden' white text that read, 'I am a brown dragon, and you are my rider.' Also sent a 3 page threat letter to a girl who went to homecoming with another friend.
Fast forward a few years. I was engaged and somehow stalker girl is too. We're both about 20 and she sends me a message on Facebook saying, 'You know... you were one of the only one of your friends that I never tried to pursue, and I regret it every day.'
I responded 'What?'
She then unfriended and blocked me."
"My friends were saying that a girl from class liked me. I didn't believe them because it was only comments (I also had no feelings for her)... until she made a move. On the last day of school, one of my teachers decided to have a picnic instead of class. While my friends and I were walking from the classroom to the picnic spot, she got close to us and said, 'Don't you guys think it's hot outside? I'm starting to sweat!' Me, trying to be nice, replied with, 'Yeah I'm starting to sweat too.' Which she replied with, 'You look good when you are sweaty.' We stayed quiet for the rest of the way to the picnic spot..."
"I've been messaged by two different men who work at the same place I do (but not with me). Their approaches were totally different. One simply said he could provide for me, but his message to me was so plain, I couldn't tell if he recognized me.
The other spilled his guts, told me he had a massive crush on me, had dreams of me, etc. Said he was too shy to talk to me at work, and then... asked me what my name is.
Both guys are not what I'm looking for, and I just treat them the same as before, but I do watch the way I act around them now."
"In college, one of my good friends called me at 2 am. It took about 2 seconds for me to realize he was gone, as he was slurring his words pretty badly. 'I have something to tell you.'
'OK, tell me.'
'I have feelings for you...'
I had had NO idea but didn't return his feelings, so all I could stutter out at that point was, 'OK...'
There was an awkward silence, but the conversation moved onto other things as these sorts of conversations tend to do.
Ten minutes later: 'I have something to tell you...'
'I have feelings for you...'
It turns out, he was blacking out and didn't remember telling me the first time... or the second time... I eventually ended the conversation so we wouldn't have to dance through the awkwardness a third time. We never talked about it again after that and to this day I have no idea if he remembers telling me."
"I was in the musical at my high school this spring (my last, before graduation) and one of the girls in the year below my slipped a note into my bag. I didn't really know her. We had choir together, and she was in the musical, and I wasn't into her at all.
Now, I didn't actually find this note... you see, I had moved cross-country a year and a half prior, but I hadn't changed backpacks. I had gotten a few notes from close friends back home, so when I found the folded up piece of notebook paper with my name on it in my years-old backpack, I just assumed it was a goodbye letter from one of my friends.
So imagine my surprise when one of my best friends and another girl, who I would later date, told me how into me she was. 'She talks about how much she likes you at rehearsal.' 'Was the note embarrassing? What did you say to her?' So, here I am, in the Taco Bell, with two girls poking fun at me about this junior, and now they know I hadn't found the note. So I read it to them. It had her phone number, and literally check boxes, to see if I liked her or not. Of course, I did the only mature, rational thing...
I got a brand new backpack and pretended I never found the note. Forever. And if I'm lucky, that poor girl will never figure out that she was the reason I threw away my messenger bag."
"When I was a young, lonely, socially awkward freshman girl in high school, I REALLY wanted friends so I partnered up with this gothic-kind of girl that kept to herself, for a geography project. I brought her some study snacks. As time went on she started buying me little Japanese figurines as gifts.
Anyway, I'm sitting with her at lunch as she's knitting something. Our conversation goes something like this:
Me: 'Oh cool what are you knitting?'
Her: 'Well, my bloodline comes from a female guild (I forgot the name). Our guild was once at war with (some other guild name) and the last standing survivor taught my ancestors the art of knitting. I'm making you some gloves.'
Me: 'Oh... okay. That's cool.' (Didn't want to be rude)
Her: 'You don't believe me and that's fine because I'm used to this happening with everyone I fall in love with.'
I KID YOU NOT, she then put a knitting needle to her neck and said, 'You feel something for me too, right?' And it hit me that she didn't want to be just friends."