Two truths and a lie

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Is it the second one?

1 and 2 are true. I can't remember if he actually gave me the sweatband (doubtful, but maybe I asked him for it?), or if I essentially tore it off his wrist in obsessive silliness. I did wear it for ages. I remember my parents saying "It's been six months!! !", but I think I wore it even longer.

3 is my lie. I didn't ask my parents to adopt him because that would have been too Wuthering Heights-ish (Catherine & Heathcliff), and besides I didn't tell my parents anything. I doubt they knew he existed, despite the sudden appearance of a sweaty sweatband.

If only this kid knew-----he could have had Isabella!

1. I had a crush on a girl named Gwen. She wouldn't give me the time of day.

2. I had a crush on a girl named Patricia. Her father banned me from seeing her.

3. I had a crush on a girl named Maria. She requited the crush just a little bit.....

"Maria" sounds a bit too West-Side Story for me, given your locale. 3 is your lie.


1. My 12-year-old love interest was named John. He had reddish hair and freckles like mine. I don't even know why I was so obsessed with him. He was a year younger and I barely knew him, but I thought he was incredible. I think I felt sorry for him more than anything.

2. My 12-year-old love interest was named Sean. I tried to find him on FB today, but I can't remember how to spell his last name. That's odd, because I used to write it everywhere with hearts around it. I did find someone who was his friend at the time, though.

3. I have all of my journals from this year of my life (When I was 13, and he was 12). They are both gut-wrenching and embarrassing to read. I was absolutely obsessed with this boy, and gutted when he left. He's lucky we didn't have a relationship because I would have been far too over-zealous about the whole thing.

Patricia was actually my "Maria." This was very West Side Storyish.

She was an Hispanic girl. Her father owned a candy store, and banned me from seeing her. She was the one who dragged me into her apartment building vestibule, then planted some nice, knowledgeable kisses on me. She was only 14 when I was 15.

Her window wasn't near a fire escape---though her building had fire escapes.


I would say your lie was #2. He might have been named Sean (the Irish version of John)---but I believe he fit the description of the first kid.

I know all too well about overzealous attachment... it's called 14 of the last 16 years of my life.

That's cute about Patricia.

So is 1 or 3 your lie?

1 is my lie. My guy didn't have red hair and he wasn't named John. (The rest of 1 is true; he was a year younger and I don't know why I was so obsessed. I likely felt sorry for him being an orphan).

2 is true for me. The boy looked Spanish or Italian because he had dark hair and a tanned complexion, but he was indeed Irish and his name was, indeed, Sean.

3 is true. I might get up the guts to read through these journals start to finish. There's probably 300 pages (8x11) about this boy. I don't obsess lightly.

Symbiosis is too much of a maze for me......

I was told by multiple women that there's something "missing" in me.

That something, I believe, is symbiotic connection.

1. I was told by a woman who lived on 95th Street and Lexington Avenue in Manhattan that there's "something missing" in me.

2. I was told by a woman who lived on 134th Street in Queens that there's "something missing" in me.

3. I was told by a woman who lived near 236th Street in the Bronx that there's "something missing" in me.

There is nothing missing in anyone, relationship-wise. People are whole products. Take them or leave them depending on what is missing in yourself.

Kortie's lie is 1.

#3 is the Lie. She was my fiancée. She would get irritated with me, and think I didn't care. She never told me there's "something missing," though.

#1 was a child musical prodigy who got a little too much into marijuana. She used to think I would just go up to woman's apartments, and do wham-bam-thank-you type stuff with them. She was very pretty and smart---but she had her problems.

#2 just was mad at me that day.

1. I've only had three boyfriends.

2. They all turned out to be bi or trans.

3. I really hurt the third one, emotionally.

#2. Some might have turned out bi or trans---but not all...

1. I was attached to a girl I knew for 4 years. It took me an entire year to recover after ties were severed.

2. I was attached to another girl for 6 years, and have spent nearly the past 4 years trying to get past it (coinciding with the amount of time I've been a member here).

3. Both girls I only knew online, and have had to get over mostly on my own.

#3 for Mr. Fixit Man.

Nope, they were all bi and two of them were also transvestites -- if not transgendered (without transition).
I didn't know this about any of them when we started dating. Guy 2 and 3 assured me they weren't, after they heard about Guy 1. Well, whattya know. They all were, and they all admitted it to me later in our relationships.

I must be a magnet of some sort.

1 and 2 are true for me.

My lie was 3. I didn't really hurt Guy 3. Guys 1 and 2 were much more hurt, although it wasn't my intention.

(Kortie: I'm sure I sent you a chart with the three guys' characteristics once) -- lol

PS. Nothing against people who are bi or trans in the least -- but the lack of honesty / monogamy was a deal-breaker and it just wasn't what I wanted for a long-term partner.