| B.K. | In about the fourth or fifth grade a new guy moved into our neighborhood and he was so handsome that I desperately wanted him to notice me. So I had just had my hair done and I was hiding in the back yard behind a tree waiting for him to come out. He appears and just as I come round from behind the tree a bird poops on my head. I was never so humiliated and decided never ever to be that desperate to see another man about anything..ha (Worked for me) |
| Violet | When i was about 13 i had a huge crush on a stupid boy. my friends and i snuck into our classroom during lunch, when it was empty, put on lots of red lipstick and kissed his desk all over. we didn't get caught, but i'm sure i turned purple when he saw it. (the poor kid was humiliated too) lol... those were the days. |
| Rhetoric | When I was in undergrad (I make the distinction between undergrad and grad school because I am just shy of thirty now and undergrad seems so long ago) I met and fell in love with a boy who couldn't date me openly because I was white. I really did care for him and he did love me (as much as two kids our age could) - but 2 and a half years and never once could I kiss or hug him in public! And, this was a small school - so it is not like all those, who actually thought they cared about the lives of strangers, didn't know already. I think, in retrospect, that was pretty desperate! We are still pals...and he knows that despite all the stupid crap we both did - I still care very deeply for him. |
| Chances | I was dating my first 'real' boyfriend at 18. My so-called friend let me know that he had this two week limit with girls at the end of the two week limit, and I was probably going to get 'dumped' that night. Anyway, she suggested that the guy working at the servo was kinda cute, I should ask him out. Under normal circumstances, that would have been beyond me - but you know what they say about a woman scorned. We went to the servo and thought - yeah, he's not too bad at all. I asked him to come out that night. When we hit the nightspot I was dumped, but not devestated. Then the guy from the servo, true to his word, showed up after his shift. He was an excellent dancer and partied my socks off while my ex snivelled in the corner all night. To cut a long story short - we got married. |
| spaceman | I've been desperate enough to do the room-filled-with-roses thing a couple of times, when I knew I had behaved badly, but the most desperate I have ever been to keep a woman was the night I promised to stop drinking and agreed to go to AA. |
| Kirk | I dunno, jonesing after "Rosetta" for 4 or 5 years, there was a hailstorm of small little things I'd do. It didn't turn out well... |
| deevaa | I moved to Australia. That was pretty desperate. *snort* Apart from the fact it's Australia, its working out pretty well. *grin* |
| RennieLorca | No, desperate is not in my personal vocabulary. Fortunately or unfortunately, I have the logical side of my brain that kicks in and drop-kicks the dreamy side contemplating love. Lucky for me, someone who functions much the same, decided he would take a step and declare how he felt. I finally listened to how I truly felt. On the outcome, I am forever grateful ..... Rennie |
| lilla | Some years back, I was so very much in love with this guy, 5 years my junior, and because of how deeply in love I was with him, I somehow "strategize" myself in his life by making myself so very "present" in practically all his endeavors. In good and bad times I was always there for him. I tried, and succeeded from earning the love and respect of his family. I made friends with his friends. I supported him all the way. Unfortunately, I was not really treated well in that relationship.. Many thought, I was short-changed. But because I loved him so much, I made a conscious decision to continue loving him, as I carry that immeasurable, unfathomable amount of faith that one day things will get better for us, and that day will come when I shall earn that one love I truly deserved. I waited for five years, and it was a hurtful ordeal for me. He passed away some 4 years ago, and I knew in my heart, that in his memory, I made a lingering impression of how much I truly, sincerely loved him. I am certain that his last recall of one true love was my love for him. Despite of loving and losing him, and loving, losing and finding myself again. I have not regretted a bit. He was my one great love. I am proud of myself. And I thank God for the experience. |
| Athena | I was desperate enough to lose myself. I was in a relationship for about 2 years with this man and never felt I was good enough. I changed so much in those couple years that by the time it ended I wasn't sure I could be by myself. My "self" had become a total stranger to me. I realize now that what I thought was love was just stifling and fulfilling his need to dominate. |
| toon | I wanted love Very Badly when i was younger. I liked this one gurl and i felt as if i loved her. Pretty much anything she said i would do and i loved doing things for her because in a relationship i always learned to compromise. Well I compromised on my Drinking I Quite smoking and everything because i was that desperate for love. and to this day im glad that i have gave everything i did up for her and if I could do it again I would Unforgivenly. But just to let you know She Cheated on me for some other guy made me feel so bad but I hope she is happy with him because thats all i wanted from her was to be happy. |
| Trout Almondine | Oh, yes. I posted lame poems and such on a lame(r) romance website, as if any of that had anything to do with love or romance or creativity or ANYTHING. The outcome was nearly the same as masturbation...nothing but a MESS. |
| OmaBaravaz | I had a crush on this much older married man. I was hoping we could just be friends, anything--he was a father figure for me. When it became apparent he was attracted to me, too, he confessed that he was already unfaithful to his wife, and I, foolishly went ahead and agreed to whatever he wanted from me, so in love was I. |
| cryingshame58 | I allowed to be controled and manipulated so that I didn't have my own identity...Then my spirit wouldn't/couldn't & refused to manage life that way...I am in recovery and finding a whole new world, although it can still be complicated and difficult to stay in a relationship where so much as changed...My King has found his peasant is now his Queen... |
| Anonymous One | Sadly, yes. My ex-boyfriend told me that he loved me, and since it has been a while, I became hooked in an instant - I missed being 'loved'. Well, when I was with him, I started doing bad things, I started rebelling against my parents, sneaking out late at night, doing other things I didn't quite approve of, but I did it, because he 'loved' me. I was so blinded by it, that I didn't see the truth, even when there would be hints right under my nose. I guess you could say I didn't want to believe it. But it finally hit me in the face when he broke up with me. He told me he was still seeing his girlfriend from before me, and that I got 'played'. Of course I was hurt, I even started smoking because I was so depressed, but I realized that he wasn't at all worth any of my tears. Now I'm loving my life, and I'm finally with someone who appreciates me and truly loves me. As for my ex, he keeps on trying to crawl back to me, but I'm not falling for it. I guess he didn't realize what he had until he lost it. |