How to Crush Without Being Crushed

So I’ve talked about how to tell someone you have a crush on them and why you’d want to do that. I figure now it’s time I share a couple of stories from my own life. Just a little while ago, I told you about one that didn’t go so well. Now I’d like to share a much more positive experience.

History Can Brighten the Present

As I’ve mentioned before, in high school there were many, many, many girls I had crushes on. Some of those crushes left me blind to other opportunities, but mostly I missed out on things because I just couldn’t fathom anyone actually liking me. Too many years of rejection and too much feeling like an outside will do that.

But, as the years went by, I came to terms with my high school (and middle school) experiences. I accepted that I was at least as much responsible for my situations as anyone or any other force was. Many of those crushes developed into decent friendships, and that let me keep in touch with people, at least for a little while.

When I moved back to my home town after college, there were still a handful of people I knew there. Others weren’t that far away. Classmates and underclassmen from my high school years. Some people I expected to see. Others, I was pleasantly surprised to run into or hear from.

Kerry was one of the latter. She was a constant in my high school days. Not in many of the same classes, but thankfully often on the same schedule when it came to lunch or gym or a study hall. During college, I’d lost touch with her. Once or twice our paths crossed. I hadn’t expected to run into her again… but I stumbled across some contact information and, just before Christmas one year, we got back in touch.

She invited me to a little party her and her boyfriend were throwing within sensible driving distance. There’d be a handful of people from high school there. It was one of my earlier chances (way before Facebook would make it easy) to reconnect with my own past and gain some perspective.

I arrived and, before long, the conversation turned to those high school days gone by.

At one point, Kerry lamented, “No one liked me back then!”

I laughed and told her the truth. “Everyone liked you. Most of us had a crush on you. I know I did.”

And she looked at me for a moment, then hauled back and smacked me in the shoulder, just like old times. “You should have said something, idiot. I would have said yes.”

Everyone got a good laugh out of that.

We can’t change what is in the past. But sometimes revisiting it with new eyes can give us a different perspective.

For years, both her and I had thought we were outcasts and unloved. A nearly a decade later, we proved that perception to be untrue.

Through that one, simple, honest and unconditional declaration, both of us whisked away some small bit of darkness that had been holding us down for years.

A better understanding of the past, brightened our day.

This is the kind of crush reveal that often goes over best. There was a good distance between the actual crush and the admission of it. Circumstances at the time of the reveal made even the thought of exploring the old crush in anything other than an academic manner an impossibility. It happened naturally, in the flow of a normal conversation. And there were no expectations on anyone’s part of what the revelation would lead to.

Granted, if either of us had been in a negative headspace at the time, it could very easily have set off a negative spiral of lamenting missed opportunities of the past. We were both in good spirits, though, so that negativity was avoided.

This experience is similar to many I’ve had over the years as I’ve confided in past crushes how I felt about them “way back when”. In fact, it’s kicked off some better communication and planted seeds for better friendships that I had with them while I was crushing on them.

Love, even old Love, has a wonderful power to transcend time and bring with it a bit of joy.

We just have to be willing to share it.

When we do, we can see that history can brighten the present.

Tags: anecdotes, crushes, friendship, high school, lessons learned

So I’ve talked about how to tell someone you have a crush on them and why you’d want to do that. I figure now it’s time I share a couple of stories from my own life. One when things went pretty darn wrong and another where they went considerably better.

A Failure to Understand

Back in my first year of college, just when I was starting to get my head clear and really start living my life as myself (as opposed to some oddly contorted version of who I and others thought I should be), I met a girl. As usual I fell for her something fierce and didn’t do all that much about it.

Mijan and I spent a lot of time together. Her and a couple of her friends easily integrated with the group I was running with. We all went out together every now and then, we all explored strange and unusual ideas, we were all friends. Coming from the not entirely self-imposed isolation of middle and high school, I was loving it.

One night, my buddy Z, being the epitome of awesomeness (which I really couldn’t appreciate quite as much at the time) loaded us all into his car to go… somewhere. Maybe it was just out to a movie, maybe shopping, maybe just a spin around town. I don’t remember. What I do remember is that there were about eight of us crammed into his Audi. Five in the back seat, him driving and two of us in the passenger seat. Most stacked two deep.

What makes Z awesome (at least in this instance) is that he orchestrated it so that it was me who ended up in the passenger seat and Mijan who ended up sitting on my lap, her head cocked to one side so it wouldn’t be pressed completely up against the roof.

Really, all the other details are a bit fuzzy. All I knew was that she was there, on my lap, and, every now and then, shed glance back, smile, and laugh a little at or contribute to the conversation that was going. I could feel waves of attraction coming off her in my direction.

It was shortly after that night that I decided I was definitely going to tell her how I felt.

I spent days psyching myself up for it. Had seventeen different segues planned, moving from telling her how I’d fallen for her the day I met her in passing at orientation and how I’d been thrilled to stumble upon her in the computer lab and ecstatic about being able to help her log in properly (leaving out the semi-obvious fact that doing so also let me get her e-mail address so I could keep in touch with her) to asking her out on a date.

After all, it was sure thing!

Right?

But I was far from solid in my conviction and still quite unsteady when it came to asserting myself in any way. Especially in matters of the heart.

So I begged my friend Chris to help me by serving as moral support. “Dude, I’m going to do something that may be incredibly stupid,” I said. “I need you there to at least watch in case it goes bad.” He grudgingly agreed and went to wait in my room.

A few minutes later, I corralled Mijan in. “Hey, can I talk to you about something?” I didn’t get a look at her face when she saw Chris was in the room, too, as I was rehearsing my lines in my head, but I can imagine she was, at the very least, a bit wary of what was about to happen.

To door closed and I launched into some jabbering, halted, lilting version of something vaguely resembling what I had wanted to say. It took maybe a minute or two to get through, but felt like days. Agonizing days. But then I got to the next to last set of words. “I really like you and have for a long time. And I hope you feel the same way…”

I paused as I caught the look of utter horror in her eyes. She took the opportunity and rendered my planned final question more than moot.

“I don’t,” she said. “You’re nice and all but I like… him.” And she looked back at my friend Chris, who I can only imagine was in almost as much shock as I was.

That’s when it occurred to me that Chris had been sitting behind me in the car that night. Every time she turned around to smile and laugh, she was actually looking over my shoulder at him. Those waves of attraction I felt coming in my direction? They were meant to hit three feet past me.

To my credit, I didn’t crumble into a ball and die right there. I felt like I would. But I didn’t. Instead, I politely excused myself. “Well, then. I’ll, uh, just leave you two to talk.” And went for a bit of a walk.

Not at all what I had planned.

In retrospect, I couldn’t have done it much more wrong without insulting her family and vomiting on her.

My first mistake was going into the conversation with high expectations. A close second was going in with a set agenda. The third? Dragging someone else into it. Fourth and finally, I was so wrapped up in what I had planned to say that I must have missed at least a dozen cues that should have stopped me before things went as far as they did.

If I was just going to confess my crush on her, I should have done so in a much more casual manner.

But my goal wasn’t to let her know how I felt.

My goal was to ask her out.

With that as the goal, I should have skipped the long, drawn out story (which I obsessed over something fierce) and just skipped straight to “Would you like to go on a date sometime?”

It would have been a lot less painful–for all of us–if it hadn’t been built up as much as it was.

When we attach so much significance to a hoped-for (or, even worse, expected) outcome, we can’t help but be crushed when things don’t pan out that way.

The whole situation could have been as simple as me asking her out and her politely telling me no. Instead, I brought it into a whole new level of pain and discomfort for three people.

I failed to understand where I was coming from. I failed to take her (or my buddy) into

It was bad, but we all recovered from it. Chris and I are still friends and still in touch. Mijan drifted out of our group as time went on, but we parted as friends. I haven’t seen or heard from her in over a decade. (But I’d love to have the chance to catch up… and hear her side of this story.)

Not all of my crush declarations have gone anywhere near this bad. I’ll tell you about one of the better ones next…

Tags: anecdotes, college, crushes, friendship, lessons learned

If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s how easily I can fall back into old patterns.

And my old patterns when it comes to romantic feelings are far from beneficial to me or anyone else who may be involved.

I can very quickly fall into an obsessive, self-destructive crush mode. On the flip side, I can fall for someone because I think I can “save” them–the perfect example of White Knight Syndrome. There are also any number of other things that I’m at least vaguely attracted to that are sure-fire paths to badly skewed cost/benefit ratio.

In order to avoid those known problem areas, I’ve got a set of questions and tests that I’ve conditioned the logical side of my mind to automatically start running through as soon as a crush lasts for more than a day or two. Here are five of the big ones.

1. Am I Really Falling For Her?

Often, this is the only question I need to ask and answer to determine a real relationship would be a bad idea. There are many things that can look like falling for someone. You can be in love with the idea of a relationship–any relationship–and the object of your crush is just a convenient target. You can see them as a “project”–something to be fixed (a la The White Knight issues). Or, in my case, you can fall for the idea of the story that the attempt at the relationship would lead to–probably not the best reason to get involved with someone.

2. Why Am I Falling For Her?

If you manage to get past the first question, this one serves as a double-check and a deeper exploration of your own feelings. Again, the answer here could point back to a White Knight issue (“Because she has so much potential that I can help bring out!”). It can also lead to a very sensible list of positive qualities that match well with your own sensibilities. A close look at this list can also hint at the depth of the potential relationship–if everything focuses on the physical (pretty, snappy dresser, good job, etc.), there’s a hefty chance it’ll be a superficial fling.

3. What Do We Have In Common?

Another chance for a nice list. Relationships between people with nothing in common (despite what oh-so-many pop-culture fairy tales tell us) rarely work out well in the long run. At best, both people happily go their separate ways with broadened horizons. More often, there are grudges, heavy misunderstandings, and big fights. One big thing to look for is a common communication style. If one of you communicates best face to face and the other does best via e-mail or text message, it’s going to be a rough road.

4. Is A Relationship Even Vaguely Appropriate?

Is she a co-worker? Is he a business partner? Your boss? Your employee? A recent ex of a good friend? There are any number of situations that could make a relationship seem inappropriate. Even if it isn’t a make-or-break question, it’s important to realize going into a relationship how it’s going to look to those outside. External social dynamics can cause a lot of problems inside a relationship.

5. How Much Am I Willing To Compromise?

This is the biggest of the big deal questions. It can override all that come before or after it. It can also, in retrospect, point right back to the first question. Almost any obstacle can be overcome, almost any hardship beaten, but all that comes at a cost. Often, that cost is in our own comfort, integrity, safety, and/or security. If she refuses to live north of the Mason-Dixon line, are you OK with having to travel long distances to visit your family in Chicago? If he can’t stand the west coast, are you willing to give up on that dream of living in LA? Relationships are always about compromise, you should be very familiar with where your limits of giving are.

Granted, these are all questions asked by the logical side of the brain. There’s only so much that side can do if the emotional half is determined to jump from crush to relationship, no matter what.

At least if things go poorly, you’ll have the small consolation of being able to look back, shake your head, and say “I should have known.”

And if things go well… all the better: You’ve either beaten your own odds or proved you accurately know yourself.

Tags: crushes, lessons learned, lists, relationships

You’d think that with three years of a totally obsessive and self-destructive crush behind me, I’d have learned my lesson.

Especially with everything else that I started to learn in high school.

Well, you’d be wrong.

I still had a habit of fixating on people. Usually people I was interested in dating and horribly crushing on. Sometimes, those crushes would come and go–their intensity waxing and waning over time. Most of them never got intense enough one way or the other to overcome my personal anxiety barriers.

There were some, though, that did. For good or ill, I think I actually went on more dates in high school than I did in college or since. Almost none of them are what anyone would call “successful.” (Especially by high school-themed pop culture standards.)

One of those waxing and waning crushes had been in place for at least a year before it really hit me.

She was a year behind me, in the orchestra, a bit of an athlete, tall as anything and, as far as I was concerned, near perfection.

In my sophomore year, my courage peaked once or twice and I actually asked her out to dinner and a movie. (That was the standard thing to do back then, some days I wonder if it’s changed all that much in modern high school culture.)

Amazingly, every time I asked, she already had plans to go. Fantastic! We had the same taste in movies, too! What’s that? And I can come along with her? Well that’s a win-win situation… me surrounded by women! It doesn’t get any better than that!

Yes. Those are almost exactly the thoughts that ran through my teenage head back then. Totally oblivious to the reality of the situation.

To put it bluntly: she really wasn’t that in to me. But she was trying to be nice about it. Which was great.

Except for the fact that I was way too dense to get the hint. My wishful thinking and obsessive habits blinded me to the harsh truth, just as they had in prior years.

And so, more than a couple of times, I paid for dinner for three and bought three movie tickets.

Some of those nights were fun. One time, the friend she miraculously already had plans with was the older sister of a guy in my scout troop. I actually got along better with my troop members sister than I did with the girl I was supposedly on a date with. I can still remember that odd flutter when I ended up holding her hand and locking eyes with her (for oh! such a fleeting instant) at the McDonalds across the street from the movie theater.

(Being the proper sort of gentleman, I put that flutter right out of my mind. Because, after all, I was on a date with someone else. *sigh*)

Some of those nights were not much fun at all. Like the one where lobster was ordered and my supposed date and her friend sat in the row behind me during the movie.

Thankfully, she eventually started dating someone else and my attention shifted onward.

There were other, low-key crushes that were a near constant in my high school career. Being in band, my homeroom and first period class took place in the lower-floor rehearsal space of one wing of the school. That left me plenty of time to just hang out in the hallway after my bus got in. Dozens of people walked past me every day as I held that wall up. At least half of the girls I had, at one time or another, had a crush on.

Many of them were in the band or orchestra.A few were just passing through. Cora was one of the latter. Every morning I’d greet her with a smile and a kind word or two. We never spoke too much outside of those morning greetings, but I was modestly smitten. Never drawn enough to overcome my fears, I never did ask her out.

What I did do was invite her to my graduation party.

She was the only one who wasn’t family who showed up at the beginning and didn’t leave until the end.

And still, it seems, even at the end of my high school career, I was blind to obvious signs.

Tags: crushes, dating, high school, lessons learned, obsession

Despite my best efforts, I never was able to fully overcome all those little anxieties that had settled into place over the yeas before high school. They were always at their worst, though, when I was surrounded by the same people who had been around when they first formed.

The odd thing was, anytime I removed myself from the ordinary and familiar, I felt much more alive. Much more myself. Much more at home.

Key Club was the most common escape route. Every year there was a district convention that,  while it happened more or less right in our own back yard, always felt like somewhere foreign. Also once a year there was an international convention that took place well beyond the confines of my home county. I made it to four district conventions and two international ones.

Finding myself on Bourbon Street in New Orleans, surrounded by lovely young women was something I would have never considered possible during the first half of my high school career.

These were the places where I thrived.

At my very first district convention, I broke through a lot of personal issues and got to know someone who really did change my life.

Removed from my ordinary rut, I allowed myself to be more true to who I was. Without the worries of overcoming past impressions made, I was free to experiment a little, to try on who I wanted to be.

It worked quite well.

During that time, I managed to make a good number of friends, in the space of a weekend or so, that I felt closer to than people I had known for years. A few would surface again, when I was in college. Some of them I’m still in touch with–more frequently than most people I graduated high school with.

Fear follows us only where we let it. When I was within the walls of my high school and, most of the time, within the confines of my home county, I was steeped in fear and depression caused by years of emotional baggage. Traveling, being surrounded by a fresh batch of people, sharing a common “newness” of experience–those things let me leave my fear behind. For those brief weekends, I was free to discover who I actually was, deep down inside.

It wouldn’t be until years later–nearly half-way into my college career–that I would fully understand just how much I limited myself when I was on my “home turf”. The shock of returning to the normal grind after a convention inevitaby shot me into a depression that would block out most of what I should have learned.

But, during my darkest times, those bits of interaction–the quick crushes, the shared laughter, the adventurous exploration–would be beacons to keep me from falling too deeply too quickly.

With my descent slowed, I could always find a kind, local hand to reach out to.

Tags: high school, introspection, key club, lessons learned, travel