Yes, that’s right, kittens! The day is here for the super, fabulous Unpredictable contest that I mentioned on Monday! All you have to do is answer the question at the end of Eileen Cook’s guest post here. That’s it! Seriously, not too hard. The winner will be announced Friday. What does the winner get, you ask? Well, first off, Miss Eileen Cook will be sending a copy of her brand new novel to you and to sweeten the deal, I’ll throw in a $5 Starbucks gift card. This way you can read your new book and drink that mocha frou frou stuff you like. Or if you are like me, some hot chocolate, because I hate coffee! Depending on how many people enter the contest, I might throw in another Starbucks gift card. MAYBE. Consider it my Valentine’s Day gift to you. So spread the word!
Let’s see what Eileen has to say.
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What we do for love
(subtitled I must have been on drugs)
There is a theory that being in love releases a chemical reaction in the brain. This chemical reaction is the only explanation I can come up with for some of the things I’ve done in pursuit of love. Clearly, I wasn’t in my right mind.
Humiliating myself in the pursuit of love came easily to me starting at a very early age. In junior high my girlfriends and I would call the object of our affection and when he would pick up the phone we would give a super sonic giggle (capable of being heard only by dogs) and then hang up. Looking back on this- the purpose of the call eludes me. We didn’t give our name so the point must not have been to let him know we liked him. We never actually spoke to the guy in question so getting to know him also wasn’t a goal. The best I can determine is that the purpose of the call was to establish that he was in fact home. How this brought us closer to our beloved is unclear.
Then there were the stalking years. One guy that I liked worked in the mall. Along with a posse of my friends we would walk s-l-o-w-l-y by the front of the store dressed in our very best. We would then wait about .05 seconds and then repeat the slow walk going in the other direction. This would then repeat over and over sometimes lasting for hours. In today’s high security society no doubt I would have been arrested as a suspected retail terrorist- but those were simpler times.
By University my ability to go all out in the pursuit of love would lead me to signing up for a course on Ancient Chinese History simply so I could sit next to a guy I liked. I endured an entire semester of trying to memorize names that all rhymed. Was that Emperor Chin? No Lin. There were hours long road trips to show up (all casual like) at a party and one instance were I swore I LOVED downhill skiing (despite never having gone before) and then nearly killed myself in an effort to look like we had a shared interest.
A friend recently told me a great story. She had the intern where she works call the object of her affection and gave him a fake survey so she could learn all about him. On a scale of 1-5 how important are looks to you in choosing mate? It’s a shame I’m married now- because I thought this was a brilliant plan.
So why do we do it? Why do something insane for love? Because sometimes it works. After all- I married the Ancient Chinese History guy.
What have you done in the name of love?
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In college I was in love with my rugby coach. Every day before practice we had to do a 3 mile run. Well, one day as we’re finishing our run and coming out onto the rugby pitch I saw the coach watching me so I thought I would be a hot shot and hurdle the iron gate between the parking lot and the pitch. (I know, what was I thinking? I never did hurdles in track…) Well, as I was going over my foot caught and I flipped over entirely and landed on my head and it knocked me out. I came to with a neck brace on, an ambulance parked next to me in the parking lot and the coach kneeling over me with concern. Yeah, it was worth it!
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By Trinity2 on 02.13.08 7:57 am | Permalink
I signed up for a skiing trip with a group of strangers all for a guy I had a crush on, but he didn’t even know I existed. I had to suffer through the worst roommate in the world, and also I had no clue how to ski, so I pretty much sat in the lodge the whole time, waiting for him to come in from a run. It ended up being pretty humiliating as he was secretly dating a girl on the trip, which I didn’t find out until completely embarassing myself while drunk on the last night. Ahh, memories.
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By tiff on 02.13.08 8:04 am | Permalink
Oh my word. I am DYING laughing at the dressing up and walking past the guy’s store s-l-o-w-l-y and repeatedly, because I have totally done that. Guilty. I also pretended to be delivering love notes to a boy I liked from a friend of mine who was using an alias. Only you know, there was no “friend,” and there was no alias, they were from me. So basically I was playing Cyrano for someone who didn’t exist. Brilliant. Obviously I hadn’t thought this plan through and it ended up going nowhere because the boy got curious and really wanted to know who this girl was. And of course I couldn’t tell him. Durr.
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By Fraulein N on 02.13.08 8:12 am | Permalink
One of the clubs at my junior high did those candy-gram things at Christmas. You could pay a dollar, write a little note, and they’ll attach it to a candy cane or something and deliver it. I wrote a fake one from a “secret admirer” because then my real crush would see what an awesome, and wanted, girl I was and he wouldn’t be able to resist me, right?
Ahhh, Young Lisa, so much to learn….
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By Lisa H. on 02.13.08 8:27 am | Permalink
One of the guys I liked back in the day worked at the mall too.. My and my best friend would always go walk by his store a million times and stare in. I mean, don’t all girls do that?!
I was always really shy tho so I never actually got up the nerve to tell him I like him. I ran into him about a year ago and we started talking about the good old days and turns out he had a thing for me too! Ha. I’ve never done anything crazy to meet a guy tho. I was always too shy. 
I think its really cute that Eileen married Ancient Chinese History guy! Awwwww.
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By Jenny on 02.13.08 8:36 am | Permalink
These totally made me laugh.
I guess the craziest thing I did was go to church for almost a year to see a guy. i hated going to church! But it was totally worth it because I ended up dating the guy.
One time I chopped like 4 inches of my hair off because I overheard a guy I like saying he liked girls with short hair. So stupid.
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By Maxie on 02.13.08 8:38 am | Permalink
I met the Internet Boy and fell head-over-heels in love.
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By Jaime on 02.13.08 8:41 am | Permalink
In middle school I went to a birthday party that was at a state park on the intercostal. It was one of my first coed parties and I was so excited because my crush would be there. Some of the kids decided to go hang out by the water, so I of coarse wanted to follow my crush where ever he went. I wanted to look really cute so I decided I would walk around this wall that bordered the water and impress him with my balancing skills! All of the sudden my foot slips and I fall in the water. All the kids laughed and I felt so embarrassed, but then when I started to get out I noticed my foot was bleeding. I started to walk over to a table to see what happened, but before I could even make it, my mom had seen all the blood and rushed over picking me up and running me back to a picnic table. As I was laying there she freaked out and took her shirt off to put around my foot (yes she was standing there in her bra in front of all my friends). I was mortified and to make it worse I was rushed to the emergency room, later to find out I had cut my foot on oysters and would be on crutches for 6 months. I was the talk of school for awhile, but it got my crushes attention and we started talking a little after that. I still have the scars to remember that amazing day!
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By Lauren on 02.13.08 8:42 am | Permalink
I bought a box of Cadbury Creme eggs for the guy I was dating because he mentioned liking them. At first I thought it was sweet and genius. Then I had a freakout. Will he think this is weird? What if he doesn’t like as much as he said? Should I be the first one to give a gift? Then I reasoned with myself, I’ll only give him two. Someone had to eat the other one….so I did. Then I thought, ‘I’ll give him just one, he won’t read too much into that.’ Before you knew it 2 months had passed and I started thinking it would be weird to give him just one. And then I ate the last one. We live together now. I think it took a year before I told him about the Cadbury Creme eggs and his reaction was “I would have given anything for some kind of sign like that from you!” Gah, I’m such a dope.
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By julybug on 02.13.08 8:43 am | Permalink
When I was in third or fourth grade I was madly in love with a fellow student, Stephan. I distinctly remember making a fort out of sheets and blankets and recorded love song to him on an old tape deck. Of course I never gave them to him but my father and sister were sitting in the same room as my fort, which to me, was sound proof.
After college I was dating a guy who got into a bit of trouble. That is a long story. But ultimately it came down to us breaking up or me moving with him and breaking all ties and giving up my entire life to be with him. I was very much wiling to do that for him but he wouldn’t allow me to. Getting over that breakup was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
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By Dutchess of Kickball on 02.13.08 8:52 am | Permalink
I haven’t really done anything crazy for love… I don’t think I’ve been in love. I have loved… but it’s a different thing in my mind.
That said, good luck with everything, Eileen! Thrilled to see you’re visiting my hometown of Okemos, MI (I live in Chicago now). My good friend Phil works at the Chapbook Cafe in that Schuler’s Books.
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By Angela on 02.13.08 9:14 am | Permalink
I flew across the Atlantic Ocean to meet up with Kristian in Dublin for a long weekend. He was working in France for six months and we had gotten very friendly online. We knew that we liked each other, but we weren’t sure if it would work out in person (we’d known each other, briefly, as co-workers before he left). I didn’t tell anyone but my best-friend and my sister. Best. Weekend. Ever. I’m so glad that it worked out (we’re living together now!)
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By Hope on 02.13.08 9:38 am | Permalink
i once hurdled a fence and fell and ended up needing stitches in my hand because i was showing off for a boy. i joined xc running for a boy (because he thought it would be good for me and he did it so why not?! even though he was already at college)
I wanted to go to boston for college to find a boy i fell for my sophomore year of high school because he went to MIT. i saw him once freshman year. him and his then girlfriend (now wife) were on a hiatus. i never saw him again. that still breaks my heart. granted i fell in love with boston so i didn’t go to the city just for him…though i did consider stalking MIT’s campus for him :X
I sang a song at karaoke for a boy, I learned to ski…
so much of my youth was defined by the boys i liked…and thought i was head over heels in love with…*sigh* at least all of the things i learned were worth it and brought me to where i am today.
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By Heidi on 02.13.08 9:39 am | Permalink
Um…I had such a huge crush on one of my close guy friends that I ended up submitting a story about him to one of the Chicken Soup for the Soul books (and made 300 bucks of it, vengeance for him treating me like crappo). I just found it on the MTV Asia website (dunno, someone reposted it I guess).
http://www.mtvasiablog.com/node/20726
Okay, and I also wrote a story about him in this journal-type publication we had at college. Check out page 13
http://ase.tufts.edu/thepublicjournal/issuetwo.pdf
If you’re only going to read one of them, read the second.
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By Arielle on 02.13.08 10:17 am | Permalink
Madly in love with my high school sweetheart, I moved across the Pacific to another state, decided on a college by how close it would be to him, and lost a few friends – all in the name of love. I realized later that the boy wasn’t worth my love.
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By Larissa on 02.13.08 10:17 am | Permalink
I haven’t done anything crazy for love, but what I have done is remained patient, calm, and loving in the face of his mental disorder. My SO is bipolar (shhhh…don’t tell). His mom made him feel like being bipolar was his fault and something he should be ashamed of, so I’m the first person outside his parents that he told. He didn’t even tell his sister. Since he is so ashamed of it, he doesn’t want to seek treatment by speaking with a psychologist or taking any medicine. So for the past almost 5 years (wow, we’ve been together for almost 5 years!) I’ve learned everything I could about the disorder. I’ve worked with him to figure out what his triggers are and how we can settle things back down. I’ve been patient when he’s screaming and even when he used to break things. I’ve given him hugs while biting my tongue so hard I think I might bite it off because I know he doesn’t need my lecturing, he needs my hugging. I do it because I love him.
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By Kari on 02.13.08 10:20 am | Permalink
This is quite possibly the stupidest thing I’ve done for “love.” I left WIU and moved to Utah…Salt Lake City to be exact. I left Illinois, my friends, family, sorority and school behind to move to mormon-central to be with a guy. We ended up breaking up shortly after said move. But I had a fantastic apartment, met a great roommate and fell in love with the mountains. So I guess it was sort of worth it.
Thinking I’d learn after this, I did it again. I moved from Utah, back to Illinois where I found an apartment in Franklin Park, only to move down to southern Illinois in a town four hours away for another guy. Of course, this didn’t work out. It was downright ugly. But again, another lesson learned.
I’m done moving.
For now
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By Jenn on 02.13.08 10:28 am | Permalink
We do these crazy things because that chemical is the same chemical that is released with obsessive-compulsive disorder, amongst other things. A great article from this day last year:
http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB117131067930406235-q7phPWWqsWPHWJXllgmvkZOubXM_20080213.html?mod=rss_free
Is it Love or Mental Illness?
They are Closer Than You Think
That, my friends, is motivation for you all to spill your crazy stories… and not feel guilty.
Your brain is programmed to do this! Haha.
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By Christina on 02.13.08 10:30 am | Permalink
I rooted for the Cubs. Even going so far as to purchase a shirt.
No matter who I date in the future, I will NEVER put on a Cubs shirt again.
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By erin on 02.13.08 10:39 am | Permalink
I wasn’t going to comment about the comments just yet, but DUDE, Erin…I don’t know if any guy is worth Cubs cheering, let alone wearing some of their stuff on my body.
Never stray again.
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By Jamie on 02.13.08 11:04 am | Permalink
Wow. My entire middle school career was based on a love sick obsession I had on a boy named Johnny.
The crazy things I did included: convincing my best friend to have parties and invite him just so I could have an excuse to see him, memorizing his class schedule and “coincidently” showing up in that general area, applying a self-tanner to myself that turned my skin a nice orange shade, pretending to like soccer (i hate soccer), singing brandy’s “Have You Ever” to myself through tears at night while looking at his picture, talking about him in code to my best friend, starting my movie star crush on Josh Hartnett because he looked like Johnny, calling his house and hanging up (only to be *69′ed by his mom) convincing my close friend to break up with him because I was SOO in love with him OMYGOD!! And much much more that I think I’ve blocked from my memory.
I was a loser.
The sad part?
Once he found out that I was in love with him he said some really mean things to me and I stopped speaking to him. In a way it was the easiest “break up” I ever had, I just pretended he didn’t exist.
He’s married now.
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By Shannon on 02.13.08 11:17 am | Permalink
Man- I think you guys should be the ones writing books- these are priceless. A Cubbies shirt huh? I guess there are no limits to how far we’ll go.
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By Eileen on 02.13.08 11:27 am | Permalink
I never did anything really crazy… I was more the type who would pine for a year or two, but make danged sure the guy never found out. I was in a play with one guy I liked… I am pretty introverted, but there was a part where he had to drag me offstage, so I joined anyway, and I nearly swooned at every performance.
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By seven on 02.13.08 11:29 am | Permalink
Too much. WAY too much. And I feel a bit like I’ve beaten the topic to death having written about it in my own blog. I also am okay with skipping out on the freebie.
Just felt like commenting ’cause.. well.. it’s you (ie: Jamie)!!
And yeah.
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By Deutlich on 02.13.08 11:40 am | Permalink
Plenty of things I don’t want to remember!
Wow. Seriously, everything that’s coming to mind right now is so hideous and embarrassing that I can’t bear to type any of it out.
I guess maybe those were the things I did not for love, but for infatuation with big giant losers.
For love, this morning I have not kicked McD’s ass for acting like a jerk. AGAIN. grrrr.
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By cdp on 02.13.08 12:18 pm | Permalink
When I was dating my now hubby we lived about 2.5 hours apart. We had only been dating a few weeks (but were very into each other) when my birthday rolled around. It was a week night and I really didn’t want to spend it alone. So I called him and told him I had a business meeting about 45 minutes from his place (which did happen from time to time – just not that day) and asked if he would like to have dinner. I drove 2.5 hours just to have dinner with him on my birthday then got up at 5:00 in the morning so I could get home and get ready for work on time. (Okay, so maybe it wasn’t JUST dinner…hehe.) I don’t think I admitted that to him until after we had been married a couple of years – I felt rather pathetic.
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By Michelle on 02.13.08 12:32 pm | Permalink
my response to this is going on my blog:) hope that qualifies me for the contest!!!
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By d on 02.13.08 12:46 pm | Permalink
I wore a trench coat, high tops, carried a large boom box to a girl’s window and started playing “In Your Eyes”
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By so@24 on 02.13.08 1:49 pm | Permalink
Oh lordy, i could write a book.
the stupidest thing i have done for a boy in my mind also goes down as the most humiliating as i could have avoided it and i was an adult and so, painfully aware at my weakness.
In the death nell of a four year relationship i purchased and planned an incredibly expensive birthday present for my ex, sky diving. in my state. that he did not live in.
after a horrendous breakup involving cheating, lying, emotional abuse and mental degradation i STILL let him come visit me. TWO whole months after the breakup and STILL game him the present and took him skydiving.
(and let him stay with me)
stupid girl.
should have just taken a good friend and told the asshat to F off.
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By Each on 02.13.08 1:52 pm | Permalink
two guys, two stories, two outrageous acts in the pursuit of what I thought was true love.
In second grade, I was in love with Katstoshi. IN LOVE. I was in a new school, he was in a new country, it was so meant to be. I tried to break my arm for him. Really! I’d fall off of the bars on purpose. Cursed be all that milk mom made us drink; I never could get more than an ugly bruise. You see, Katstoshi had a sister in first grade. She had a broken arm around this time, and he always left right after class to go wait by her door and carry her backpack. I was so charmed by his chivalry, and I wanted him to carry MY backpack. Alas.
The next is more recent. I had a fling with a guy one summer who I met abroad. We were in school; he was American, too, but from nowhere near me. He was clear that he just wanted a “no strings attached” fun summer, nothing more. I thought I did, too, but I ended up falling for him. The problem was, he had a girlfriend (bad! bad Magda, bad!) and he wanted to make it work with her. He was worried about their relationship, he said, because he was Catholic, and she had no religious interest whatsoever. I e-mailed and called him (A LOT) later that year, and he’d sometimes humor me and answer, or write back. As the responses got farther and farther apart, I started to feel desperate; I needed to save this relationship! Thus, I converted. To the Roman Catholic Church. I took the classes, learned the prayers, thought FOR SURE that he was going to see now that I was SO the one for him, and ditch his already cheated-on girlfriend. Of course not. (Well, at least not the revelation that “Yes! You’re the one I’ve been looking for!” The girlfriend, who knows?)
Retrospectively, converting was one of the best things I ever did. Haven’t heard from him in years now, but I’ve stuck with the Catholic thing, and I’ve grown so much. I didn’t find love with either of these guys, but sure learned a lot in the process. Sorry this comment went on for so long!
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By magda on 02.13.08 2:18 pm | Permalink
The craziest thing I did for love? I kept on dating the man who is now my husband.
Right after we started dating, he lost his job. He went through a couple of months of sheer hell before being able to start getting back on his feet. I stood by him the whole time. Instead of going out on dates, we took long walks down by the lake, just talking about everything and getting to know each other. We became best friends first, and then love followed after that.
Some people thought I was crazy for keeping on seeing him, but that time actually gave us a chance to really get to know each other. It gave us a good, solid foundation to build a life on.
We have been together 24 years now – - so maybe “crazy” is the way to be???
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By Liz J in Central Illinois on 02.13.08 3:35 pm | Permalink
Well I haven’t done anything too crazy besides the strategic timing so I could pass by that certain guy and make sure we could talk either as we walk the same direction or pass each other. Yeah I was really good and figuring out people’s schedules, haha.
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By katelin on 02.13.08 3:48 pm | Permalink
I moved to the city he lived in instead of chasing a dream in New York. I think I made a better dream for myself with the decision I made.
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By Dolce on 02.13.08 4:03 pm | Permalink
I met the love of my life in LA, the city i lived in for 9 years.
Unfortunately, i had recently made a semi-permanent move to Seattle — so… i promised that i would be back for her.
A year and a half later, im finally making my final plans to move to LA in May. I’m leaving my family, job and school behind to start anew, but i know there is nothing i would rather do.
In the meantime, ive taken her to Colombia (south america) for my brother’s wedding, rented out an executive suite at the Hyatt Grand Hotel in Seattle for our anniversary, flown out to see her because she needed me with only 12 hours of advance notice…and many other ultimately meaningless material gifts.
However, the most important thing ive done for love is give her my heart and myself, completely. Though we’re going through some hard times right now due to the distance, and i don’t even know if i’ll have a girlfriend when i finally get to LA, I am trusting her with my heart (something i have NEVER done for anyone) and having total blind faith in her and in us.
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By Karmen on 02.13.08 4:56 pm | Permalink
The craziest thing I did for love?
Moved to another country, leaving friends and family behind.
I met him when I was 16, then we never saw each other for a year. Re-met and started hanging out daily. He asked me out two weeks before my 18th birthday, and 3 weeks before I had to leave the country.
I was hesitant on saying yes, because I didn’t really have good faith in long distance relationships. But two months into us being apart it became clear that I could not stand to be without him so I booked a flight back to his hometown and was there for his highschool graduation.
We’ve been together since, and actually have a kid on the way.
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By Lacy on 02.13.08 5:15 pm | Permalink
Ughhh I was just thinking about this today. I was with my ex for 2 years when we broke up. In those 2 years he had 2 big surgeries (broken wrist and broken thumb) not to mention wisdom teeth and some other procedure where they stuck a tube down his nose. I didn’t have a maternal bone in my body and he was a HUGE baby (a 6′4 baby) and I took care of him through everything.
After we broke up, we stayed in touch, started hanging out again, etc. We weren’t fully back together, but hung out all the time, when he found out he needed back surgery. effff. Once again, I was there NON-STOP. He insisted on getting it done in NH at his parent’s town. SO twice a week for 2 months I would take the train from Boston to NH and stay with him and then come back for school. I didn’t sleep AT ALL bc he couldn’t sleep unless his BUTT was massaged in a certain way. Yes, his butt. He was on so many meds, he was extremely constipated. I sat in the bathroom with him and helped him. I drove him to the hospital in a snow storm for a shot which effed him up big time and caused him to crawl around the car jumping over the seats, screaming at me, and throwing mushed up banana at me. I slept in a chair next to his hospital bed the night of his surgery.
I was thinking about this today bc last year on Valentine’s Day we had a big snow storm and I stupidly told him my class was cancelled. He begged me to go to NH so I took the train there (after many texts asking “why don’t you love me???”) I finally got there with presents for him…he promptly passed out and I spent the evening watching TV with his little sister and parents. He was in “too rough of shape” to get me presents, but gave me a bunch of gifts his mom bought me to be “from him.”
I don’t know why I’m telling you all this, but I guess I’m a bit bitter! I wonder if I was on drugs at the time. We broke up for good about 1.5 months after his back surgery. Oh, right after his grandmother’s funeral in which I had to listen to extended family, friends, and neighbors say “we heard you are amazing! what would this family do without you??” And he told me I didn’t appreciate him enough. HAHA!! All I know is the next guy I date BETTER not have any illnesses/injuries/etc. And I will try to stop taking whatever drugs I was on.
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By Susie on 02.13.08 5:30 pm | Permalink
In the name of love I left my great paying job in Seattle as well as all my friends, moved across the country to Manhattan to watch my life fall apart. I then moved to Dallas, a place I don’t really care for, in hopes of salvaging this mess, to realize I’d rather be back in Manhattan or Seattle. All in the name of love. Or stupidity. Take your pick.
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By Vanessa on 02.14.08 12:05 am | Permalink
I guess the craziest thing I’ve done for love is stay in a long distance relationship for two years. It is worth it for all of the wonderful moments, but so hard because for most of the time I think to myself “if only I was with my boy…” It is amazing how much you can miss getting a hug from the person you love. Only four months to go…so I think all the craziness will have been worth it!
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By Emily on 02.14.08 12:10 am | Permalink
Does it have to be romantic love? I haven’t done anything too off the charts for a woman. I know, I’m horrible like that. But there was this one time a few years back when my older brother was returning from his second tour of duty in Iraq (he was a Marine). He wanted to surprise my family and his wife with his return. But it was nice that he didn’t give me any warning- he called me in the morning and said he was flying in at 3 am to O’Hare the next morning. Problem is that I was in Minneapolis for business. And I couldn’t find a flight that afternoon.
So I rented a car, paid out the wazoo, left Minneapolis at about 5 pm and freaking hightailed it to Chicago. I got there at 3 am on the dot to get him, luckily his flight wasn’t late. I had barely slept the night before and I was completely worn out, plus I had to work the next day and pretty much could not call in for anything other than a death in the family. We got back to my place about 4 am, talked and played video games until about 7 am. He hung out there and slept for the most part of the day, while I was on the phone and emails all day with family/friends/his wife. I told them I had just gotten a huge promotion and wanted to get everyone together. My family was living in southern WI at the time and she was in IL still so it was possible.
Surprise. My brother was back. His wife and my family were shocked and elated with joy. I was a zombie for having no sleep for almost 2 full days but managed to keep a smile on my face. To this day, nobody has thanked me for pulling out all the stops to make this happen. And they’ll never have to.
So yeah it isn’t romantic love but hey, my brother is an alright guy.
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By Dan Mega on 02.14.08 7:54 am | Permalink
I got pulled over for stalking. Okay, this was in the name of friendship-love instead of boyfriend-love, but it’s a fantastic story nevertheless and you didn’t specify what sort of love it had to be. So four days after I turned 16 and got my driver’s license, this girl Jenny had a birthday party. My BFF Kim hadn’t been invited to the party, so our small group decided that we would rebel and NONE of us would go to the party. Instead, like we did every weekend in high school, we just drove around town listening to Nelly and Ludacris and feeling extremely cool (ummm right). Then we decided to drive past Jenny’s house, because maybe we could see in the windows and find out how super LAME the party was without us there, obvi.
Well we ended up driving past the house about FIFTY TIMES because I don’t know, we were drunk off Nelly and diet coke. And I might have turned the headlights off for a couple of the drive-bys. Finally, we realized that this was stupid, so we decided to drive by one more time. Seriously, it was our last time. As we passed Jenny’s driveway, a car pulled out and began to follow us. I figured it was one of our guy friends being silly, so I sped up and ran through four stop signs (this was in the ‘burbs, so there was no traffic whatsoever). Then the police lights came on.
I got pulled over. For stalking. And running four stop signs. Four days after I turned 16. I was obviously mortified when the cop said that they had gotten complaints of a scary vehicle driving around without the headlights on, and as tears welled up in my eyes, I denied vehemently that it was us. I got off with only a warning and the cop actually laughed a little after he made sure there was no booze in my car, but I think that might be the most insane thing I ever did for friendship-love.
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By Virginia on 02.14.08 11:39 am | Permalink
i let the person go
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By alexa on 02.14.08 2:07 pm | Permalink
Oh! I feel the same way about Roberto Cavalli – LOVE HIM! I was actually lucky enough to score a dress and a trenchcoat from the line he created for H & M. I love both things so much I sometimes just put the dress on and strike poses around my apt!
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By The Alleged Ringleader on 02.14.08 3:52 pm | Permalink
In a nutshell:
I used to have a career, a house, and a social life in the Chicago area and then I took out an ad for a house mate. That’s how I met my boyfriend, Chris. Love at first sight (I swear to it.) Two months later, the military tranferred him to Oklahoma for pilot training. When he asked me to go, I was hesitant, but I did. I dropped everything and packed whatever I could fit into my SUV and drove my butt 13.5 hours to Oklahoma.
We’ve been together (and living together!!) for 16 months now. And yes, (ugh!) we’re still stuck here in OK (for another four months.)
Apparently, there’s not much of anything I wouldn’t do for love… or a Starbuck’s card (because, sorry Lovely, but I lurve me some coffee!)
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By Token Brunette on 02.15.08 6:26 am | Permalink
Oh, I just stubled on your blog and ENJOYED this post very much. Yes, I’ve seen my days as a stalker, but I am too ashamed to write about it here. I give props to everyone who shared their stupid moments!!!
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