So now that I've made it painstakingly clear that I am really 17 years old, it will now sound perverted when I ask for girl help.
So I went to Journalism Camp at Indiana University last summer (being a wannabe sportswriter) and I was in the Basic Journalism class. The camp went from Monday evening-Friday morning.
So Friday evening, after dinner, my basic journalism class is walking back to the dorm. I haven't really gotten to know anyone that well, but I'm walking next to this girl (FORESHADOWING!). It's a very humid evening and she says something along the lines of,
"It's sooo hot."
I look around, startled, and realize she is talking to me.
"Yeah, it's the humidity that makes it so bad," I smartly respond.
We continue on down the sidewalk, silent, but a million thoughts are racing through my head.
That night, I am lying in bed, thinking about the encounter. It was brief, I know, but the fact that this girl, this nice-seeming, fairly good-looking girl would talk to me out of the blue was amazing, in my mind. I wondered what might come out of this, and, though I was laughing at myself for going down the road of developing a pitiful summer camp crush, I was feeling good.
The next day, my Basic Journalism class is sitting in a computer lab in the Ernie Pyle School of Journalism. Except we aren't all sitting. A few of us are seatless, and the instructors ask for volunteers to go sit in the four desks outside the lab. Seeing that this girl goes to sit out there, I, on a whim, turn to one of my dorm mates, Sam, a Jew and the first person I befriended, and suggested we take the two of the other seats. We do, along with another Hispanic girl named Gabi.
There are four desks, and I am sitting facing the girl (whose name I learn to be Andrea). Sam is behind her, facing Gabi. Our little group quickly bonds, although, being an introverted person, I am somewhat quiet in the conversation. We work on our newspaper assignment, but I am preoccupied.
Andrea and I do converse a little that day, and things are going ok. I complain about the stupid Mac computers we have to use. She says they are way better than PCs.
I have found a running joke.
The next day, I find out that Andrea dislikes soft drinks and likes SNL. I share these characteristics. Alas, more common ground.
I also discover that she has had the same boyfriend for 10 months. Gabi says, "Aw, that's so sweet." My heart breaks and I scream on the inside. I continue to work on my newspaper article.
Later that day, I am distracted again, this time by the Women's world cup preliminary stage match that is going on. I tell the group that the USA has won. Andrea doesn't seem to care, but we do have a conversation about sports.
It is Thursday. The clock is ticking. I must step up my game. On the way to our class, a group of us guys in the Basic Journalism class are walking with Andrea. We get a lively banter going. I believe I was the MVP of humor in the conversation, and I think this raised my rep with Andrea.
In class, we continue to converse, but we are interrupted as the instructors take us on some field trip to the admissions office. I lose out on precious Andrea-time.
Thursday night, there is karaoke. I go, contrary to my nature. Feeling the euphoria of camp, I even get on stage and backup my lively black frined, Josh, in "My Girl". Andrea is there, but her and two of her camp friends are sitting (and flirting) with a kid named Evan. He is a Farmer type, a happy redneck kid from rural Indiana. He is one of a few of the fellow protestants of mine in the guys dorm, and I respect him. But I am jealous. Andrea may or may not have noticed my on-stage antics.
Friday morning, and I am dissatisfied with my progress. i will have to make some major moves on Andrea before we leave. I get no Andrea-time before the farewell ceremony begins. I calculate whether or not it will end before my Dad arrives. It does not. Saying my good-byes, I tell Andrea that I will think of her whenever I watch SNL and when I get a Facebook, I will friend her. She smiles and says she will remember me. My heart is warmed.
Leaving the dorm and packing the car, I pass by Andrea three seperate times. The first, she is talking to other people and doesn't see me. The second, to my delight, she enthusiastically waves to me. I was surprised that we had gotten to this level of friendship. The third time, I walk behind her, she doens't notice me, and I see her for, perhaps the last time.
I nearly cry in the car. I think about Andrea often over the next few days witha sick feeling in my stomach. I begin to forget her face. I am, however, comforted by our potential Facebook friendship and the fact taht she [plans to return to camp next summer, as do I. Hopefully, we can go the same of the three weeks.
In October, however, I get a Facebook. Not wanting to be creepy, and having my more local crushes on my mind, I frined her long after many of my school friedns. To my delight, she sounds amazed that I remembered her and says that she has thought about me. We beign a minor Facebook correspondence. Every time we speak, she harasses me about going to Journalism camp next summer.
Saturday, we were going back and forth commenting on one of her posts. She then messaged me on Facebook, and, eventually, gave me her number. To my surprise, we had a deep, delightful conversation that lasted til 4 in the morning, when she fell asleep. We established our mutual like of Novak Djokovic, Tim Tebow, and the Office.
She also tells me her boyfriend is perfect. I make some subtle comments about him being threatened by our friendship. She lols.
It was one of the happiest nights of my life.
I intiate a conversation the next day. We talk for another long time via text. I finally, painfully, end it myself, as not to creep her out. She tells me to have "sweet dreams".
All in all, she used about 25 ":)"
This week, I have struggled to not re-harass her via text, but I dont think she would mind. I did post on her FB posts the next few days. But then I vowed to disconnect for a few days to not endanger the positivity of our relationship. It was brutal.
So now, she has moved back to the forefront of my mind, taking precedence over a girl from my school who is also in a relationship. I pray to God that Andrea and I reunite at Journalism Camp, but for now, all I can do is subliminally woo her with my witty Facebook posts.
So that's that. Advice?
Do I have a problem?
It will now *not* sound perverted when I ask for girl help
Dude.. I've been there done that.. the best thing you could do is to keep her close (albeit not too close) and remain friends. When (and im certain it will happen) her and her boyfriend breakup be there for her and comfort her. Eventually she will realize what a great guy you are and you will have the "in" on having her. You're on the right path.. just don't go overboard with her quite yet.
She lives in Cincinnati.
I live in Indianapolis.
uhh well since we are on the subject... never mind. what i've picked up on here is just chill and keep it going. it seems you're doing great. And that there are millions of girls in the world. the one im trying to get is one of the most populasr at my school and im one of the shyest but i think she likes me. you're lucky you get to talk to her that much. praying is a good way too .. if you're serious
LOL at your first sentence, but, dude...
You're one of the shyest girls at your school?
This was one of the single greatest threads I've ever seen. This is like LeRoy going to high school. The detail and thought put into this is truly astounding.
As for helping you, you're going to have to decide if you want to wait out her relationship. It seems there pretty happy together, and that it may be awhile before they split. If you are that committed, I guess you just have to keep doing what your doing (except stop counting the :)'s). What you ultimately want is for her to be the one intitiating the conversion with you, not the other way around, thus eliminating your worry of texting her too much.
I'm sure someone else will come in with better advice, but that's my 2 cents.
Although I'm not sure how much hope I have even if her relationship ends. After having no girlfriend thus far, the odds of getting one who lives in Cincinnati are slim.
But, hey, first world problems, right...?
That may be true, but if you do succeed, she'll be all over you next time you go to camp because you don't see eachother often.
And for all you kids out there (Aamir, I'm looking at you), I would advise you that, when you go to a summer camp, do not develop a crush on a fellow camper. It will lead you down a twisted roller coaster of a path with both euphoria and misery.
This is a great movie, write a movie about this. Two dorks go to Journalism camp and fall in love. She has a perfect boyfriend who may or may be threatened by your relationship and kicks your a$$. Then after college you become competitve reporters, one of you using a pen name and reaquaint. Add in one of those peverted 80's camp teeny shower scenes and Im all in.
I will consider your idea.
Though she says she no longer wants to be journalist, she just wants to go back to camp.
SHE IS NOT A DORK. I am, BUT SHE IS NOT. And so, she is out of my league.
The friend zone... Where all hopes go to die... lol
I mean if you're serious about her, yeah just kinda wait it out but don't get too hung up on her and forget that you're 17 and you got a whole life to live. I would say enjoy the time you have where you're at and whoever is there. Yeah she might still be on your mind but that doesn't mean you can't talk to her.
Since you said you haven't even had a girlfriend yet, don't make your first be a long distance one in my opinion. That is too hard already. Being in college, I see the long distance things fade quickly because of convenience of whoever is there close to you. If you want my advice I'd say just kinda talk to her now and then on facebook or texts or whatever now and then make your move (if you want to) next summer at camp. That requires a lot of patience but its better than being hung up on a girl with a boyfriend from a different state already. Just sayin.
I kind of meant this thread as a parody of other such posts (see JMikeisaGrizzFan) but it is all true.
I'm just saying because I've got that experience. I dated a girl for 3 years in high school. Didn't get the chance to do all the things my classmates were doing, especially during senior year (she was a year younger than me) so it took away from my experience. Then when I went to college, the relationship still felt like a high school relationship to me.
All I'm saying is, don't throw away 3 years of your life (or any amount of time), like what I did, for something if it ain't worth it. It all eventually works itself out in the end. So just kinda sit back and let it come to you.
No, just kidding.
I am definitely more the "let it come to me" type.
That obviously hasn't worked out so well...
This really would make a great movie, I say write it, tell her no one has ever read it and let her be the first. She must like you if she is going back to camp and doesnt want to be a journalist. Just keep it cool while doing all the little subtle things to be close to her. Brush up against her and find reasons to touch her arm. Just be you until its time for you to be a better you, then switch. If she liked pushy she wouldnt like you, but she does, so be you. There is going to be a tipping point just dont miss it, girls dont like that.
But she's going to jounalism camp????? Really....Really.......Really.....
She wants to go back to camp because camp was awesome. Along with her, I met Sam the Jew, Josh, who did these hilarious interviews with reandom campers and strangers ("Where do you gitcho hair cut from?"), and other cool folks. Even if she didn't exist, I would love to go back.
And I don't know is brushing arms would do me any good. I am a hairy, hairy kid.
There were a lot of normal people at Journalism camp
One kid was even a stoner, I think. His name was Landry, but we called him "Laundry"
I really need to add you as a FB friend.
You changed your name. And yeah, I want to be included in the "cool" gang.
It would be pretty obvious which person I was talking about if you saw my friends.
I'm a sophomore in college.
I did indeed. It's Y2G now.
Wow, you're only a sophomore? Your posts make you sound a lot older. Props.
I'm a sophomore in college.
Too late Gramps, I've already been down that road, it's a dark and misty path that leads to nowhere....................
Hopefully Sam the Jew (am I the only one that finds this reference odd) doesnt grow a pair and steal her from under you. Ask her does she like hairy guys or is her perfect boyfriend hairy. If she says no, then shave your arms and see what she says. She will find it cute and flattering and know you have a crush on her but not a threatening one. "Shyness is a disease", Bobby on the Sopranos said that, its true. I was shy around people unless I really knew them and then was very open. I went to Catholic school and then was suddenly sent to public school in high school in Cleveland , Ohio. Big difference and I had to sahke the shyness and once I did I never regretted it. The remnants of shyness are still present sometimes and only seem to hinder different ambitions. All the guys that were not confident enough to get the girl of their dreams, regret it. They think about it all the time and it haunts them. But when you go for it and succeed and get her you can get over it later in life because you realize when you break up that see like every other girl. But the one that got away will haunt you, forever!! Its best to take a shot and hate her for rejecting you (that only takes for you to lose your virginity to get over it) than not going for it and loving her without really knowing her for the rest of your life.
You've developed a crush on a girl at Summer Camp?
Sam teh Jew has no such designs on her. He is supportive of my endeavors
I had at least a dozen 13 to 16 year old crushes (pre first time), and yes some at summer camp. After you reach certain maturity milestones the smoke and mirrors leave and the hole you fall in love in is a little shallower. I guess that why I keep posting because its taking me back. Lauren Readus, Lashuanda Teague, Paula &$#%#&@!ins, Kiera something the list goes on. I think about them even now , but oddly only the girls I never told how I feel. The mystery, the myth, the legend WILL haunt unless you man up. If you live in Indy you should be sleep, you got school tomorrow.
I decided to leave the "we called him Laundry" comment alone, explaining that you guys are not dorks. It seemed like it was to easy.
Yes Gramps, yes I have, but I find your race adn religion references pretty irrelevent.
I assume that you're writing very casually on this forum, and although your idea are fresh and innovatice, your writing on the "Survivor" sieres is pretty hard to read. You're descriptive, which is good, however there are times when I have no clue what you are talking about and there are grammar and punctuation mistakes all over the place, however I don't exxpect anyone to proofread thier work.
I think everyone been there done that at one point of another in their life. In my situation is was this girl who i worked with when i worked for my brother in laws restaurant. She was like a punk rock/goth chick but was extremely outgoing(the complete opposite of what i am,basically quiet and more into hiphop style), but we immediatly hit off during the time frame we worked togather(1 day a week, for about 4 months before we left becuase we closed down), we got to know each other pretty well, and like you i couldn't stop thinking about her and wait til sunday came around(day we worked togather). We later became friends on myspace(about 3 years or so, i think i was 16), and after she left for another job, it was extremely disappointing as i really never saw her again in person since then. I became friends with her on facebook sometime later, and we talked a little bit, but eventually it faded into just a hey every now and then type of friendship since it looks like we have just went in different paths(her going into her party/goth modeling thing, while i continue to be my shy, fade into the background let them come to me type of person)
My best advice i can tell you is keep in touch and talk to her, go to that journalism camp and meet up again and expand your friendship. You never know where life takes you so you guys just might meet up at some point of time. It also looks like 'your coming out of your shell' sort of speak, keep that up because my biggest mistake was that i started to be more outgoing and then i quickly went back to my old self afterwords. Basically just be yourself and even if it doesn't work out in a relationship way, atleast you have a friend and use that confidence you gained against someone else you like in the future. Your 17 so there will be tons of girls you meet in the future
BTW Nice Writeup and best of luck in your writing career venture
Your twisted world frightens me... seek help.
yo gramps.. knowing youre 17 now ruins it for me )':
Dude calm down, she is 17. What seems perfect to her could change, he could cheat or many other things could change between now and summer. I know 1 couple who have been together since I was 17 (I'm 23 now) anyone else has been and gone. My advice is to keep talkin to her, try and go to the same camp next year if you really like her, but 100% do your thing now. Don't put all your effort/hopes into 1 girl as good as she might seem to you right now
Completely agree with you, what stuff seems to be when you are in the middle of it can change as you grow older.
I do find it kinda weird you would ask people here for help and not a older guy family member or friend. Your camp is likely next year, so if I was still 17 I would just get my first girlfriend get laid instead of getting my hopes up on someone that I would have too get on a plane to see.
I will go the Jimmy V route: "Don't give up, don't evah give up."
will you just die already
Yo dawg, you got oneitis. Move on or bust out your mushroom tip.
You're obsessed with this girl cuz she said hi to you one time, dawg...that ain't good for the psyche.
"Andrea is there, but her and two of her camp friends are sitting (and flirting) with a kid named Evan."
Shame they didn't teach you proper grammar at journalism school.
It's "but she and two of her camp friends." 'Her' isn't a subject, 'She' is.
LOL'd IRL at McTasty's first pic.
I have a question
Who cries in the car?
McDunkin: Not me
I ALMOST cried, jerk
Oh so you were ALMOST a girl