Bloody hell. We're a dime a dozen, aren't we? I agree with several previous posters' recommendation of THE 40 YEAR OLD VIRGIN. Hilarious, hilarious, AND extremely cathartic for the lovelorn. In regards to the topic at hand...
I didn't notice girls in middle school or high school or during my short, stoned and drunken stint at university. The first time I ever really NOTICED a girl, I was 23 or 24. But, by then, a fellow is assumed to have lots of experience with women. And I don't mean just sexual experience; I mean relational experience - emotional intimacy, vulnerability, fights and forgiveness, ho-hum day-to-day, quiet gratitude. I didn't have any such experience. I thought I would be thought a complete weirdo if she found out, but I had no interest in playing a part. My mind told me that I couldn't make a move, so I didn't. We spent a lot of time together alone, and I let my feelings just sit inside, intensifying. BIG MISTAKE. A vivid imagination spins out fantasy after fantasy about an idyllic love life with the girl you're desiring. Even if you try to supress it, knowing it is folly, the wonderful little stories just keep on coming. And of course they do. They are comforting. They allay the loneliness a little.
Eventually, I told her how I felt, but it was awkward and creepy. A real mess. Forget about it. That was some 8 years ago, and I still haven't been able to express myself to women I've liked. There was one girl I really fancied. I thought I might marry her. She was romantically retarded, too, which was part of the attraction. But after spending more time with here, I found her company exhausting. I won't tell her faults, but they were there - as are mine.
Recently, I've allowed the same bloody damn thing that happened with the first girl to happen with another girl. I haven't talked to her in a few days. I can't bring myself to call her or text her or go see her at work. And I'll tell you why: a fierce desire for her coupled with a rather intense fear of her overloads the system. The gears freeze. This probably comes off as a kind of defense - as me saying that I'm in the right, but wounded, so don't judge me or think less of me, just pity my plight and admire my bold confessions. I tell you, dear reader, that is NOT what I'm trying to say. I'm trying to say that my feelings are intense, and I don't know how to manage them. I've been supressing them for so long, I don't know how to process them or use them. They just intensify and, being supressed, the FESTER. Yikes. All positive is stuffed away and turns into negative. Not into anger or resentment, but into melancholy and regret. Nightmare! That's my story. ON THE UPSIDE... They say that knowing is half the battle. I think that's rubbish. I'd say that, now I know, the battle's only just begun. But the victory may be swift, so there's courage and good cheer to be taken. I am, in fact, emotionally far behind my peers. Where they found themselves at age 14, I find myself at age 31. Romance scares me, but attracts me. If that's how YOU feel about romance, dear reader, I think you'll do well to express these feelings to the object of your desire as soon as you can. Find an appropriate conversation to tie it into when you're just starting to get to know one another. Then she'll know, and you won't be obsessing about what she'll think if she finds out. You are who you are. Let your light shine. People like that sort of thing. Besides, if you believe in Jesus Christ, I can assure you that if HE can love you, ANYONE can.