My First (Aspie) Love Story

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AHAHAHAHAHA

i just remembered the first boy i ever liked....

i was about 12 @ summer camp and there was this boy there (of course!) well, i won't get into all the goobery details... but we were SO goobery, the most we managed (in the span of a week) was to bump heads...

but the part i was laughing over was how i wrote this boy TONS of letters as soon as i got home... and it wasn't until awhile after he sent his first short letter (like a month after camp), that i realized he didn't care/wasnt interested.

ah and now a twinge........


Any aspie love stories successful or no?

no...all mine (all 3 of them) ended...well nowhere

Maybe he just didn't like writing.


And yes. But, never anything too nerdy about
them. Well, those with ANY returned interest.

I was in one online relationship once, that's all. But I did have crushes. I was the same way about letters...lol.

Isn't "crushes that go nowhere" what the whole adolescent experience is about?

Especially for a 12 year old girl. Even guys who are going to be total pervs by 15 rarely have much interest in the opposite sex at 12. Maybe they fantasize about such things a little, but not enough to do anything about it. Unless he was a few years older than you, hormonal timing would be a huge obstacle.

Anyway, sure, I had lots of crushes that went nowhere, most of them not known to anyone but myself. But I eventually gained a mix of confidence, skills and (most of all) sense of urgency which got me past that point.

I don't think that aspies are romantically hopeless, not at all. I think we're behind on the curve, so it takes us longer, but most of us will still get there.

Well geek, for me it pretty much was. 10 years ago I was 18 going on 19 and feeling pretty ticked off at women for not wanting to sleep with me. Than a year later, one stormy night in november of 1998, I met............Christine.

Had a few crushed, but realised what they were after a few days.
Although at the moment I am very much confused. I started university about four weeks ago, which was when I started expressing my emotions and feeling more. As well as talkng more. Met someone but its a bit complex at the moment, as we are best friends, apart from the fact that I fancy (? I think thats what its called, although fancy seems superficial) her and she fancies another guy. She knows, but we are just staying as friends, for the moment....

I've told all my love stories on here previously.

Tim

I have had a few.
My ex is still trying to find out who I am dating now actually, my ex was female and my current partner is male. I really hope they do not find out about each other else I may have a quite horrific story to tell!
I don't know when someone really cares about me, or when they are just a bit crazy.

i take this back.... the first boy i ever liked was in 3rd grade. we just hunted fro rocks out on the playground @ our summer daycare all day.

but my stalker letter affair was with my first actual interaction where i think something was at leas mutual. it took forever for me to just give up.

i think i've always had problems with that.... im the antisocial-philanthropist-on-a-limited-basis

My first 'stalker' experience was with a
girl in HS. Must've been my senior year.
She was very pretty, and had all the
status, ect. But, I wasn't all that interested
in her for herself (there WAS someone I had
been interested in - and it might have been
a bit mutual, but I let it go). Anyhow, I found
out that she had broken up with her bf, discovered
that her birthday was near, and already knew
her (unlisted) phone number through pure
chance. All this added up, and I made the
random decision to call her up, wish her
happy b-day, and ask her out.

Well, one can imagine (I was the ultimate
outcast). She was actually nice enough, but
I didn't have a good way of explaining just
HOW I had so much information. She was also
the first person who's house I did walk-by's of
(and this was NOT a convenient place for me
to get to - but it helped fuel my desire enough
for the call). I've only asked one other female
out since, and though that turned into an actual
date, 'twas so awful that I'll not do that again,
I think.


Oh yeah, found out what happened to her: she ended
up dropping out of school (Cornell), because she got
knocked up.

Still think about the other one though. Last I saw of her,
she was still with her jock bf, but looked miserable as
hell about it. Wish I had done something about HER
instead. But, the fates tell me my path, however idiotic.

My one story I have already told.

I saw the movie....does getting "knocked up" literally mean getting pregnant?

Okay here is a love story:

When I was a senior I would always make fun of this Sophomore girl in my class because she was very skinny and weighed like 90 pounds(If even).

I would always make annerexic jokes about her and I would come up to her and give her random pieces of food(Sandwiches, Chips, pop, even water) and say things like "EAT IT, and you will pass 100 pounds."

Yeah, I was quite a huge dick but one day she came up to me and said "You look really good in that shirt."

Of course I was totally confused so i just responded with the classic "Well, isn't that great for me" and walked to the other side of the classroom while the other guys next to me in class started laughing really hard and said "matt, you are so horrible at dealing with women, it is hilarious."

It took me about 3-4 months to realize "Oh, that girl probably liked me."

I have plenty of stories, but they are all just adventures in lameness rather than actually having love involved.

Let's see, there was the one girl who invited me into her dorm room late at night so we could....sit there while she wrote a report, in long hand.

Or there was the goth chick who I would often try to chat up at her locker after school, but would always fail miserably. Then one day I got her a Nightmare Before Christmas mug as a Christmas present. Then later I went by the trash can and saw the wrapping paper in there, but not the mug. So I guess she'll take my gifts but that don't mean she'll talk to me.

And then there was the one I turned lesbian.

Really i should ask more women out, not for the prossibility of a date, but just so I have more funny rejection stories to tell.

Hell, I've done this with guys,
where there was no sexual interest.
It's this kinda thing which makes such
situations difficult to judge.





Hmm...I've only turned women bi.



Please do.
Maybe we should have
some sort of game, where
all of us do this. Hell, some
might even get lucky.

My first confirmed aspie love story was a fascinating adventure, both wonderful and horrible. But that one I will save for another decade...

Previous to that, there is one that I suspect. In college, I took a logic design class which had an accompanying lab. As often happened with lab courses, the students were made to pair off and work in teams... <sigh> How many people here hate doing this? I'd had to do so several times previously in my college career, and at this point I'd resigned myself simply to, "partner/team efforts mean I'll do all the work, everyone else stay the hell out of my way, and we all get an A". So on the first day of the lab, sitting with a bunch of random people I didn't know, the teacher says, "Pair off". And the thought that I previously mentioned immediately entered my mind. So, I had an interesting idea. I thought, "What the f**k; if I have to go through this freaking partners crap again, it might as well be with someone I might not mind interacting with. So I looked around the room for, I dunno, whoever might fit this bill, and my eyes fell on a very pretty but shy looking girl who happened to be sitting across from me. So, just on a whim, I looked over at her and said, "So, whaddaya say?" She looked a bit startled , and then said "Sure", giving me a clear "whatever" look; I could tell she was just as thrilled with the partners idea as I was.

The interesting surprise came when I learned that we both had that same "get out of my way and I'll do the work" attitude. It turned out that she was extremely brilliant and gifted, a true geek girl. I didn't know of such a thing at the time, but in retrospect she may have been aspie. Or not, I dunno. Anyway, there was some fun contention at first between who would be doing what, especially since both of us wanted to do everything. But when each of us had done some excellent work, and each of us had the opportunity to see that the other was no slouch... Things got very interesting. We quickly fell into a balanced routine of who'd do the bulk of the lab work, and who'd do the report; we took turns, switching off; we'd review each other's work find subtle ways to improve, but nothing ever drastic, just enough to say, "Wow, glad you caught that little glitch." We worked beautifully together; and we got a perfect score in the class, every lab and write-up, perfect (which is no joke, because the class was taught by TA who liked to grade people down to make herself seem smarter; you know the type).

Throughout the term of the class, finding someone so brilliant, so geeky, so talented, someone who could complete my thoughts and sentences, and visa versa... I kind of fell in love with her. A lot. To this day, I count her among only one of four girls who I believe I've truly been in love with my entire life. I haven't seen her for 8 years, and I still think about her often, to this day... I never told her, and I never knew if she had feelings for me or not, but I'd bet my life that she did; I could see it in her eyes... The unfortunate bit of it is that we were both in relationships at the time, but neither of us was really happy in them. If I could go back and do some things differently, I may have done so... But I suppose that is true of many, many things in life...

In the end, the two of us graduated in the top two spots of our class in Computer Science. I will not say who was first and who was second, for it doesn't really matter; what matters is that she was my true equal in everything that we worked on together; and one of the things life has taught me is that people like her are exceedingly rare... Exceedingly.

I wonder how she's doing today... I wonder if she ever wonders how I'm doing...