Helyna
Well-known member
There's a long story before I get to today's issue, so bear with me...
There was this boy in PE and science with me in ninth grade. He was from India, and I always like to get to know foreign people. So we started talking in the long times during PE that we didn't have to do anything.
At the time, I was looking everywhere for a boyfriend (everyone else had one). Well, he definitely liked me, and I had so few friends who were boys that I saw any as a potential boyfriend. So one day he snuck onto the subject of boyfriends and asked me if I liked him. I said yes.
I kept laughing that day because I was nervous and happy. He kept asking me why I was laughing, and I tried to explain. "Do I make you nervous?" he asked. Who asks that? And what did he really think of me laughing?
That was my fifteenth birthday. He was seventeen. He had probably had a girlfriend before. I hadn't, and wanted to go very slowly - get to know him, go places, then start thinking more about boyfriend/girlfriend stuff.
Well, the next time he got to talk to me was a few days later. We were walking around the track in PE. The conversation went something like this:
Him: Do you like movies?
Me: Well, some, but I don't watch many.
Him: Do you like James Bond?
Me: I haven't seen any. Do you?
Him: Yes. There's a lot of kissing in James Bond movies.
Me: Yeah....
Him: Do you like kissing?
Me: (Uh... what?) I've never kissed anyone.
Him: Do you want to?
Me: (WHAT???) Now?
Him: Yes.
Me: (I hardly know you! We haven't even seen each other outside of school!) We're at school. We aren't allowed to do that.
Him: I don't care.
I DO!!!!!!
That was the end of that. I couldn't talk to him anymore. I was too nervous. I kept looking at him, trying to smile, but I just couldn't stand to say anything - I didn't know what to say. I was afraid he'd ask again. Also, he tended to sneak onto subjects, as I've mentioned, so I never knew what he was thinking, and people I can't read terrify me.
I felt horribly guilty because I could never explain to him. The next year, I kept looking for him, but he obviously moved somewhere else. I eventually stopped thinking too much about him, but the memory still bothered me. My mom, when I finally told her all this, said that he should know what he did wrong and why I stopped talking to him, and he had pretty much deserved it, so I shouldn't feel guilty.
That all happened two and a half years ago almost exactly. I haven't talked to him since.
He sent me a message on Facebook today.
"Heyyy wassup?
Remember me ?"
8O
What do I do?! Respond? Friend him? What????? It's a nice enough message, but remember how he doesn't start a conversation with the thing he really wants to say? I don't want to insult him, but I don't want to get back into an uncomfortable situation!! I want to forget this! What do I DO?
There was this boy in PE and science with me in ninth grade. He was from India, and I always like to get to know foreign people. So we started talking in the long times during PE that we didn't have to do anything.
At the time, I was looking everywhere for a boyfriend (everyone else had one). Well, he definitely liked me, and I had so few friends who were boys that I saw any as a potential boyfriend. So one day he snuck onto the subject of boyfriends and asked me if I liked him. I said yes.
I kept laughing that day because I was nervous and happy. He kept asking me why I was laughing, and I tried to explain. "Do I make you nervous?" he asked. Who asks that? And what did he really think of me laughing?
That was my fifteenth birthday. He was seventeen. He had probably had a girlfriend before. I hadn't, and wanted to go very slowly - get to know him, go places, then start thinking more about boyfriend/girlfriend stuff.
Well, the next time he got to talk to me was a few days later. We were walking around the track in PE. The conversation went something like this:
Him: Do you like movies?
Me: Well, some, but I don't watch many.
Him: Do you like James Bond?
Me: I haven't seen any. Do you?
Him: Yes. There's a lot of kissing in James Bond movies.
Me: Yeah....
Him: Do you like kissing?
Me: (Uh... what?) I've never kissed anyone.
Him: Do you want to?
Me: (WHAT???) Now?
Him: Yes.
Me: (I hardly know you! We haven't even seen each other outside of school!) We're at school. We aren't allowed to do that.
Him: I don't care.
I DO!!!!!!
That was the end of that. I couldn't talk to him anymore. I was too nervous. I kept looking at him, trying to smile, but I just couldn't stand to say anything - I didn't know what to say. I was afraid he'd ask again. Also, he tended to sneak onto subjects, as I've mentioned, so I never knew what he was thinking, and people I can't read terrify me.
I felt horribly guilty because I could never explain to him. The next year, I kept looking for him, but he obviously moved somewhere else. I eventually stopped thinking too much about him, but the memory still bothered me. My mom, when I finally told her all this, said that he should know what he did wrong and why I stopped talking to him, and he had pretty much deserved it, so I shouldn't feel guilty.
That all happened two and a half years ago almost exactly. I haven't talked to him since.
He sent me a message on Facebook today.
"Heyyy wassup?
Remember me ?"
8O
What do I do?! Respond? Friend him? What????? It's a nice enough message, but remember how he doesn't start a conversation with the thing he really wants to say? I don't want to insult him, but I don't want to get back into an uncomfortable situation!! I want to forget this! What do I DO?