Blog Challenge: Stories of Unrequited Love./Breaking Hearts and Making Boys Cry

There's only one time in my life when I (admittedly half-heartedly) threw myself at someone and didn't receive open affection in return. A little rejection is good for the ego.

But we're not going to delve into that one tonight...

More than once, however, I've been on the other side of unrequited love - the unrequitor, I suppose (as my spell-check informs me that is in fact, not a word.) I could name names and point fingers, but I think I'll refrain. Most people who read this will already have some idea as to whom the individuals were. Twice I was pressured into so-called 'going out' with someone when I did not feel the same way they did about me.

Unfortunately both their names start with the same initial, so I'm going to have to get creative with the aliases ... T - wrote me love letters for a year (or more, I can't remember). I moved away, he cried. We lost touch for a bit, and then spent a few days together one summer, which re-opened his can of Justinelove (that's what I'm calling it. lol), and hardly a day went by that we did not IM or email each other. Then he got a girlfriend.
Notoriously, girlfriends do not like me. As Sarah and I used to say, we form the Whores Who Everyone Hates Club, we don't steal boyfriends, we just give them something better to choose from.
This girlfriend read his IM's and emails. Oh joy. Needless to say, he had to stop talking to me if he wanted to keep getting laid. The last time we 'talked', and I say that lightly, it was because the girlfriend messaged me over facebook to stop requesting to be his friend. I messaged him, told him to get his bitch a muzzle. We amicably agreed that what she was so upset about wasn't a big deal to either of us, and that she really just needed to move on. But we still don't talk. He says it's because of my 'shenanigans' - drinking, having fun ... yeah. Those shenanigans. (He was probably referencing the night I found out my unrequited love was dating another girl, and I got drunk and made out with Red Shirt Guy [still don't know his name]. But he wouldn't admit to it, because it overlapped with when he was dating the girlfriend, and it would mean admitting he had feelings for me at the time.)

G's story took place over a much shorter period of time. I was dating his best friend, J, and everyday he would walk home with us. He saw how badly I was being treated by J, but stood by and watched, and when J and I finally broke up (after I had cheated on him with W - God rest his soul - and avoided him for half a summer), he saw it as his opportunity. He was a great friend, and I never wanted anything more than that from him. It was very picturesque - perfect setting for a scene in a movie - when I made him cry.
He asked me out. I said no.
I felt really, really, really bad about it too so when he got teary eyed I caved and said fine. It lasted about 12 hours, until the next morning, when I - having gone home knowing what I'd done was wrong (I didn't like him! Why should I play with his feelings like this?), and thinking about it all night - told him I couldn't go out with him. I don't remember the exact details but our friendship didn't recover from that. Last thing I heard was his brother (whom I adored) went crazy and tried to kill his family by unhooking the gas. But it was probably just a rumour.

There are others - ones I don't have defining moments of and I'm still friends with - so writing about it would be kind of, maybe, very, very awkward at this time. One day their stories will see the light of day. But they're not over yet.

;)

A note/QOTB on making people cry: One time in 12th grade, I made a list of all the people I could remember that I had made cry. It wasn't a short list, and it was depressing. Does that make me a bad person?