We’ve all done crazy things for love. Some turn out great, some notsomuch. With Valentines Day right around the corner, I thought it would be fun to take a look at some crazy things we do for love. Are you in?
Have you ever met a man so beautiful that he takes your breath away?
He was single.
And did I say straight?
Steven sat next to me for three classes that semester in college. We were in the same accounting clubs and we also did runway modeling for the local mall. Unfortunately we’d fallen into the “buds” category, which today translates to “he’s just not into you.” I know that today, but I didn’t know that when I was 19. To say that I made a complete and total blithering idiot out of myself, bringing him coffee every morning, staring at the back of his head during class, sighing every time he spoke, would be an understatement. Yeh, I had it bad.
The thing about Steven is he was shy and he had no idea how dreamy he really was.
At least he didn’t seem to.
Valentines Day was just around the corner and I decided it was time to be bold.
You know what I did?
I took out an ad in the local paper.
Oh no she didn’t.
Oh yes, I did. I took out an ad with the only four French phrases I knew:
Steven D***** (oh wouldn’t you love to know his full name. Ain’t happening.)
Je T’aime e vous
Give a girl props for courage.
Take away props for forgetting to sign the stupid thing.
He comes rushing into Econ 201 on cloud 9, waving this paper around, runs up to me – his female BFF and asks if I can read French. He wants to know what is says. Score! – except that, I get so flustered that I spill coffee over both of us. The teacher calls class to order and that is the end of that conversation. That’s okay, I’ll tell him at rehearsal.
Did I tell him at rehearsal?
You know why not.
Because I heard the A-line (the diamond and fur girls) talk about how “some loser is all ga ga over Steve.”
Now, I’ve seen photos of me at 19 — uhm, I was cute. I just didn’t know it. You know? I was a size 6, which is death to a model. Diamond and Fur girls had to be a 4 or smaller. Even as a bulimic, I couldn’t get smaller than a six and I felt like a failure.
So.. I didn’t fess up that night either.
And you know what happened.
Mr Wonderful, encouraged by the anonymous note in the paper asked out Miss Blonde Size Two with the fake boobs.
She was a size 2 with at least a 36 C cup, of course they were fake.
And they live happily ever after.
So fearless readers, what is the stupidest thing you ever did in the name of love?