Story Sent in by Tim:
Lindsey and I were friends in college. We went out for lunch, teased each other about our respective majors, and had movie nights in each other's dorm rooms. I was also very attracted to her, but I was too shy to let on about that. At least, for our first year and a half of hanging out.
One movie night, though, during early junior year, we were next to each other on her couch at her apartment. I shifted position so that I gently brushed up against her. She didn't move away. Good sign. I slowly, slowly, slowly slid my arm around her and scratched her shoulder lightly.
She turned to me. Now or never. I kissed her. It was awesome.
She smiled and leaned against me for the rest of the movie. Game, set, match, right?
Not exactly. After the movie was over, she stood up and said, "You have to go, now."
That was unusual, as we usually talked about the movie over ice cream afterward. However, I also didn't usually kiss her. I stood up and asked, "Is everything okay?"
She nodded and said, "Yes, you just have to go. I'll call you."
I left, thinking that I had likely confused her or otherwise messed things up. Still, it was hard to feel a regret for achieving something I had wanted for so long, even though that thing was so short-lived.
I didn't hear from her the next day or the next, which was also unusual. I told myself that I'd give her a week, then I'd shoot her an email. The week went by, and off the email went.
She wrote back almost at once: "Hey Tim! Where have you been? I was worried when I didn't hear from you!"
At our last encounter, she did say that she'd call me, and I mentioned that in my reply: "You said you'd call. Is everything okay? I'm sorry if I messed things up."
She wrote back, "Why don't you come over tonight?" Nervous and excited, I took her up on the offer.
She had ordered in Chinese food. We sat next to each other on her couch and she caught me up on everything she had been up to over the past week. I did the same, and for a couple of hours, we shot the breeze.
Finally, at the most opportune moment I could find, I said, "Hey, about last week, I'm sorry if I did anything to make you uncomfortable."
"What happened last week?" she asked.
"I kissed you while we were watching The Godfather."
She stood up and said, in a near-replica of last week, "You have to go, now."
I remained seated and said, "Lindsey, can we talk about this? I'm sorry if I somehow hurt you. Would you prefer that I don't bring it up again?" Keep in mind that she was my friend for a while, and that I wasn't about to lose her without at least trying to hold things together.
She said, "It's late. You really have to go. I'll call you."
I asked, "If I don't mention it again, can I stay? I'll forget it happened."
She said, "You have ten seconds to leave. Ten…"
She made it to "three" before I stood up to go. I left and she slammed the door behind me.
Thinking that I had irrevocably damaged our friendship, I wrote her an email to apologize and to let her know that she could contact me whenever she wanted to.
She wrote back immediately: "Hey Tim! Great to see you tonight! When are we hanging out again?"
At that point, I was the one who needed time. I figured that it was best to never mention the kiss or try anything with her again. After a few days, we organized a dinner meet-up at a nearby cafe.
At dinner, we caught up, talked, and everything was as it was, before I had ever tried anything with her.
Then, after a conversation pause she said, "You kissed me."
Unsure of where she was going with it, I said, "Yes."
She replied, "Just making sure," then stood up and said, "I'll call you. I have to go," and she left, just like that.
After that, I didn't email her, she never called, and I haven't heard from her from that day to this.
Story Sent in by Tim: