In chronological order:
- age 4: little girl gives me a picture of the two of us holding hands. I laugh and rip it up in her face. She is inconsolable. This sets the tone for my romantic life.
- age 6-10: run away from various girls because girl germs
- high school: too many. A collection:
+ I remember telling a girl it was weird no one was into me, and she said she knew at least 7 girls who were. I later realised she was one of them. Never found out who the rest were.
+ Girl had me climb into bed with her at a party, which I thought nothing of because she'd previously called me desperate (parents of the girl holding the party hauled me out of there which was good because she was an uggo).
+ 6 hour phone conversations with a girl who I knew my friend was into. She told me she'd go out with me before him. Went to her house one night, but she was super distant. Her weird brother came in after a while and accused me of starting a fire nearby (?). Bailed.
+ girl moved to sit next to me in Bio, claimed she didn't want to sit next to a couple who were PDA'ing in class. Was very flirty, invited me out a couple times, but I was too shy and didn't think she'd be interested that way (since she was, you know, attractive).
+ Independent, 'spiritual' girl friendzoned me hard, then got drunk and told me she wanted to kiss me. I was stunned and stared at her until she left. She didn't talk to me for a year and a half, then came up to me acting like nothing happened (about 5 years later she showed up at my house talking about being a Christian, and how a woman's role was to run the household - dodged a bullet or two there, I daresay).
- adulthood: not so many of these, but the best one was a girl I worked with. Sent her super long emails, even when she was in Europe. Beautiful, smart, sense of humour like mine. She invited me to the movies with a couple of friends of hers. I say no (I've never met these people, what if it's awkward? Plus I was in a long distance relationship at the time). Keep emailing. She gets a bit flirtier. One day she comes to work in a black mini and more make up than usual. I spend half the day sneaking a peek at her leaning over desks (not realising that she's only leaning over desks directly in front of me). Eventually we get drunk at a work function, she pulls me aside and tells me she's into me. Again, I am stunned, had no idea. I tell her about my long distance thing. She says break it off and be with her. I say let me think about it. She says no, but eventually relents. I go home and the pieces fall into place. The emails, the flirting, the saucy office attire... Next day I say let's give it a shot. Still took me a week to kiss her after that, but it's been 8 years together now so at least I got the message eventually.