Hey reddit! Have you guys ever met anyone for a very brief period in your life and wish you still had contact with? What was the story on how yall met and why did they make such an impression on you?

TheVantasy · 8時間前

My sister and I once went on a tour to Australia, one put on by Disney. It was several families and a two tour guides. There was one family that was just an older couple. My sister and I were the only others without the rest of their family there, so we often sat with the older couple during meals. We talked a lot, and eventually we learned that they had an adult daughter with a severe mental handicap. She never progressed past a child's mental capability. She had a Disney princess bedroom. This was their first trip without their daughter in decades.

I think they felt really guilty and they definitely missed her to death, but they were having the time of their lives. I think they sort of adopted my sister and I as their surrogate daughters during the trip. At the end of the tour, we all hugged and cried as we said bye. They were a little too old to keep in touch electronically, so we lost touch. I wish I'd gotten their address. I would have sent them Disney stuff when I worked there...

Tokugawa · 8時間前

Met a girl at the waterpark. Hit it off instantly and fell in instant puppy love like only 13 year olds can. Rode all the rides together. Made out in the lazy river. Felt her boobs in the wave pool.

She and her family had to leave, so she writes her phone number down for me on a piece of paper, I promise to call her that night.

I put the paper in my little mesh coin-pocket in the waistband of my shorts. And then I got. back. in. the. water. Hours later, I was devastated that her phone number had turned to unreadable mush in my pocket. Can't even remember her name, or her face, or even the color of her suit--but I remember I the OMG OMG OMG OMG feeling when I touched her boobs while we were kissing and she didn't move my hands away.

My friends swear I made this girl up, btw.

EDIT: For those asking, it was 1993 (maybe 1994) in Oklahoma City. I am happily married now. I have no real desire to contact this girl, other than to tell her that she was not rejected, she was not 'used'. She was absolutely loved for that one whole day and that little boy cried when he realized he had no way of getting in touch with you. You were not rejected, he is just an idiot.

Jenny010137 · 8時間前

When I was 26, I was diagnosed with uterine cancer. I had really good insurance, was diagnosed early, and my prognosis was good. My first day of radiation therapy, I was sitting in the waiting room waiting for my turn. A young woman, about my age, was standing at the reception desk. I couldn't help but overhear her conversation with the receptionist. She had just been diagnosed with cancer, but had no insurance. The receptionist had to tell her they couldn't help her. She asked, "What do I do?" I didn't hear what the receptionist said, but the girl left. That was eleven years ago, and it still haunts me. I've always wondered what happened to her. I hope she was still able to get treatment and beat her cancer.

beavers99 · 7時間前

There was this new kid in my second grade who had just really striking red hair and thick framed glasses. He was always super quiet and kept to himself, but on the bus, he would draw the creepiest animals ever. Like they were always in distorted shapes with these menacing faces.

So on one bus ride home, I decided to pick up a pencil with intentions of making the strangest looking bird. He looked over at my shoulder while I was finishing up and he gasped. I looked back at him and I saw his shocked face, and I just knew from that point on that art was going to be a part of my life.

Unfortunately, he had to leave school a week later because he pooped in the bathroom sink and lied about it.

BeardsuptheWazoo · 6時間前

A woman in Wisconsin I met while rambling thru on a big roadtrip. I stopped at her garage sale on a whim while heading to the Upper Peninsula, and I was the only person there. I noticed that there were a lot of clothes in my size, which is rare since I am a big man. I commented on it and she told me that they had belonged to her recently deceased son, and she needed to get rid of his clothes. He had died as a young man in a bad accident. I bought a red vest from her that she said he had worn a lot. I wear it all the time now, and think about her frequently. This was 6 years ago, and I'll never forget how she hugged me, how she cried, and how I felt driving away. She also gave me a little stuffed dog that he used to keep in the back of his truck. I know that she saw a bit of her son in me, and seeing me wear the vest as I left meant a lot to her. I'll keep it for the rest of my life. I doubt I'll ever see her again though.

EbenHSHD · 2時間前

I grew up in an abusive home so my social skills weren't where they needed to be in my early childhood. I'd go to school and pretty much just keep silent the entire time. I never spoke to anyone and if someone spoke to me I'd only give them nods or single sentence responses while making sure not to make eye contact. This eventually led to bullying and the harassment only caused the gap in my social skills to grow over the years.

About half way through 5th grade, I was on the swings by myself as usual when a kid came over and sat on the swing next to me. He introduced himself but that was it. He didn't try to talk to me, he didn't try to play. He just sat there with me all through recess. He did this every day for a few weeks before my curiosity overpowered my social anxiety and I asked him why he sat with me everyday. He looked at me and said "You look like you needed a friend." I was blown away. Never had anyone extended their hand out to me like that. I slowly started trying to talk to him and for the rest of the year he was my only and best friend.

Over the summer, before going into 6th grade with my friend, it was discovered I was being abused and I was forced to move. I'm 22 now and I'm doing okay but if I could thank Christopher for what he did I would. I really and truly believe he saved my life just by trying to be my friend. I really hope he is doing well.

realityis333 · 7時間前

When I was younger I got arrested. A few days before I was arrested, I was driving to school and there was a car accident that'd just happened. I was the first one, I stopped, got out. A guy hit an older couple. The man was scared but not physically harmed. The woman's head was bleeding and she complained of neck/leg pain. I stabilized her neck and tried to calm them both for approx 20 min before emergency services arrived. My hands were all bloody. I was shaken up but just left once emts arrived and went to class. Few days later I go a bit insane over a girl, drunk and angry, speed off in my car. My mom was trying to stop me at the car window and ended up falling as I drove away. She hurt her facial bones badly and had to go to the hospital. I didn't realize she had fallen and didn't go back. Got arrested. Got a DUI. After bail, I went to the hospital to visit my mom. While in the waiting room, I was suicidal. I hated myself so much. I had let down everyone including myself. I was a terrible person. We got moved to another smaller waiting room and there, in the seat, was the old man from the crash. He was with the old woman's family. He immediately recognized me and spent the entire time we were waiting holding my hand, crying. Telling me how amazing I was. Her family as well. She was getting knee surgery. Few weeks later I'm talking to my lawyer with my parents. My mom mentions this coincidence, probably in a mental plea to try to show I was a good person. Turns out my lawyer was close family friends with the man and that he had actually mentioned me, not by name, at the old woman's funeral. Her surgery hadn't gone well. I don't know, but that older gentleman, Don, saved me. He reminded me in my darkest time that I had good inside of me. I'd love to tell him thank you.

Yoinkie2013 · 7時間前

I've told this story on reddit before, but every week or so I keep thinking back on this random moment in my life and it makes me realize that sometimes all I need to feel complete is to break my self apart. A few months ago I was in South Africa visiting my sister. She lives in Cape town, and had to work for a week. It was the perfect time to get out of the city and try and find a new place to explore on a solo adventure. One of the lesser known countries in the world is Swaziland, which is the smallest country in Africa and neighbors South Africa. I booked a flight to Johannesburg, and rented a car to make the drive out to Swaziland.

My destination was Mkhaya game reserve, one of the more interesting reserves that offered a three day safari that I was very interested in. I didn't really have a time period of when I needed to be there, as I had a week to do anything I wanted to. The drive out was casual, to say the least(a different story that I've told on reddit before).

The thing about Swaziland is that it doesn't have physical addresses. It made my perdicament a little harder to manuveur because as always, I opted to go about the road trip without a GPS. I got lost for roughly a day after crossing the Swaziland border, and what a day it was.

I was driving through this rural town that didn't make it any different than the towns prior to it. It was small in size, lacked building or structures that we are use to seeing in America, and for the most part life just seemed to move at a completely different pace. I came across this bus stand and this old man caught my eye. He was standing there alone, in this bus stand that was a mile from any discearnable location in either direction. He had nothing to entertain him, and from my observations while driving, I already knew that the bus wouldn't pass him for at least a little while. But he didn't seem to mind any of it, and just stood there smiling and looking around. I drove probably 5-10 minutes past him, and just couldn't get him out of my mind. Like most people, sustained silences seem to bother me because of the way I grew up and how society is. I am constantly filling those gaps with phone breaks, sometimes surfing sites that offer me nothing, and sometimes re-reading the same subject written in a different way. It was hard for me to understand how this man could be living here in the middle of nowhere, and still be so happy and contempt in life.

I couldn't get the man out of my mind, and having no where to be at any specific time, I turned my car around. I got back to the bus stop, and sure enough he was still standing there. I pulled over and cautiously approached him, not knowing how he would react to this stranger obviously coming towards him for a specific purpose or goal. He broke out of whatever deep thought he was in and smiled at me as I greeted him. A lot of people in Swaziland speak english, and to my luck, this man had a good grasp of the language as well. I didn't really know what it was that I wanted to talk to him about, only knew that I did. We talked about life. He told me that he lives 15 minutes away on his son's farm, and helps him as much as he can. He was here to catch a public bus to the city to buy some supplies and whatnot.

I asked him what he does on a day to day basis. He told me he wakes up early and walks the lands because there was something special about looking out into the landscape when the rising sun hits it in a certain way. He plays with his grandkids, walks the dogs, reads the local newspapers. He walks around and talks to the neighbors, and every other day buses it to the city and sits arounds bars or shops and talks to the people that come to do much the same thing. His days were never wasted, and he didn't need the things we need to have happiness in his life. It got me to thinking about what happiness really is. I am the result of everything i've ever seen and everyone i've ever talked to. I wake up too cranky, work too much, rely on coffee to enjoy talking to people, get too angry at traffic home, and sometimes watch too much tv. I mean, sometimes i'm not even watching tv, rather just staring at it, become lost in it, not even getting anything out of it. I do all of this, and squeezed inside of these moments are bouts of happiness. I look forward to the weekend, timing it, thinking "only a few more days until happiness can begin". I love my job and what I do, but I would be lying to you if I told you that I didn't let it get the best of me from time to time, and let it control my mood and emotions.

I asked the man what makes him happy, and he told me something I don't think i'll ever forget. He told me, "happiness can not be gotten from things or places. Happiness is a state of being. I can travel to where you live, and be happy because I am seeing something new. But I can also travel to my back yard and be happy for many different reasons. I can be happy that I have a backyard, or I can be happy because the weather is nice there. I can be happy because my backyard gives me a feeling of comfort, or I can be happy because I am still healthy enough to be able walk myself to my backyard. You can choose to be happy with anything at anytime. I mean, you choose to be sad and angry at things, why not simply choose to be happy instead?"

Things don't make you angry. It's you who chooses to react to certain things in an angry way. Things don't bring you happiness, nor does the weekend. It's you who chooses to be happy with things, and with the weekend. And it's you who can choose to be happy whenever else as well.

I thanked the man for his time and he hugged me goodbye. I really haven't stopped thinking about what he told me since. That man did not have much in his life, and he didn't have the fancy gadgets that we do. There arent people and signs constantly telling him how he should live. There wasn't a written guideline to where he could obtain bliss. But he did have happiness. And now, he has a friend in me as well.

ummmily · 6時間前

Sometime between 2003-2006, I met a guy who explained that he was walking across the US. He came into the fast food joint where I worked, we chatted briefly, and I drew him a map to the library. We added each other to Myspace, but I never heard whether he'd finished his trek or not. Maybe he's still out walkin'. I remain occasionally curious.

ImoImomw · 3時間前

Met a guy on WoW, we leveled together, he introduced me to add ons, ventrilo, and how to raid. We switched srvrs together a couple times, and i helped him level a reroll paladin when the burning crusade came out.
He was super chill we talked about life, like real life, that mythical game played by billions every day. If I could still chat with him I would. Bloodx if you are out there Ngonye misses ya man. Hope you are killing it irl.

freetarh · 7時間前

A few years ago i was on a festival. One night we all got really high, listening to some great bands on the stage. When we came back to our tents we said our goodnights and each went to our tents. My tent was placed a bit further down the camp than the others and on the way there i met this girl. Im not really sure what her name is because i was high as fuck, but we started talking. She was apparently lost and couldnt find her friends, so i decided to take the quest to help her find her friends. We looked for a good 30 minutes before we decided to go to my tent and wait for her friends to call her back. The rest of the night we laid in my tent and talked about everything.

At some point we fell asleep in my tent, and when i woke up the next morning she was gone. I tried finding her the rest of the festival but failed. God i wish i had gotten her number.

Btw, sorry for the bad grammar. Im shit at writing english.

eraser_dust · 4時間前

Well, not exactly met physically, but I always wondered about this guy.

I was an international student in the US for college, and I always went back home during the holidays. Every year, whenever I got back from the Christmas holidays, there will always be a voicemail waiting for me. The guy sounds like an old man, and in a forced cheerful voice that sounded kind of sad, he'd always leave a message that's something along the lines of, "Hey dickhead! You never give your old man a call! Merry Christmas, you loser. I miss you. Please call me. You know you can call me anytime. Well, cya loser! Have a Happy New Year!"

I never got his number so I could never call him back to tell him that the number's used by somebody else.

After 4 years, I was finally in the US for Christmas since I had work. I managed to pick up the phone call from that guy and had to tell him that I've had this number for the past 4 years. I didn't tell him I've been receiving his voice messages since that seemed too personal, but I'm sure he knew. He sounded so crushed. He just went, "Oh. Right. Right. Thank you so much, ma'am. You have a great Christmas and have a lovely time with your family. Bye now."

His voice was cracking and he sounded like he was about to cry.

I still wonder what's the story behind that, and I really hope dickhead would eventually call him.

aploge · 4時間前

this was back when i was 19 and a student at university. i lived in a student house but in a residential area, so lots of non-students around us. anyway, at that time i used to like pink floyd quite a bit, so would often stay in my room listening to them, usually with a glass of wine, while all the other housemates were out partying. i never played it very loud, as i've always been a very respectful neighbour.

so after a few weeks of near nightly pink floyd, i get this package delivered through the letterbox. it's a piece of paper folded and taped around a CD and written in pen on the front says 'to the pink floyd fan'. well, first i was really mortified that i'd been loud enough for someone to recognise that i was a fan - they must have been subjected to it for all that time! but then i was really curious about what was on the CD, so i rushed up to my bedroom to open it, and it was a CDR with 'sigur ros' written on it. at that time i hadn't heard of them, so i started to play the CD and found that i really enjoyed it.

now because of the way the neighbour had delivered this to me, i wanted to do something a little creative to say thank you (and apologise for being loud!) so i decided to make a paper aeroplane with a message on it and send it down into their back garden from my bedroom window.

the next day i got up and looked out of my window and the paper areoplane was in MY back garden! so i rushed outside, and the mystery person had written a response on it and sent it back to me! this went on for a little while, until i no longer heard back.

that was probably the most unique and interesting experience i've had with a stranger, and i wish i would have suggested meeting, but at the time it just seemed more special that we didn't know anything about each other, except musical tastes. i didn't live there very long, and would often travel back home, so never got to see who lived there (although they might have seen me).

just imagining if the person is reading this now...that would be amazing!

Xen_a · 7時間前

A few years back I had just come out (had been dating girls for years) and finally would openly talk about who I was dating etc. upon meeting people. I had just gotten into a relationship (not too serious yet but "official") and during a two week summer job I met this amazing girl. We just hit it off instantly. I only knew she was gay because she mentioned a girlfriend. I also then mentioned I had a girlfriend so she'd know we were on the same team.

Our interactions for the next few days were somehow both flirtatious but innocent. Somehow we were on the same page with everything, interests and hobbies and we even immediately caught onto each other's subtle jokes and eye rolls in the ridiculous place we were working. I knew we had amazing chemistry and compatibility but at the same time neither of us ever said or did anything that could be construed as more than just two people who'd really hit it off well and were friendly. In my head, I still couldn't tell if she liked me like that.

After the program she was going on some big international trip and though we promised to have drinks sometime (with our girlfriends), as we neared the end of the job I felt a bit frantic, like I just didn't want to let her go. I thought she felt similarly, but wasn't sure. As we were walking to her car on the last day, things suddenly felt a little tense, and after we mentioned again keeping in touch and all getting together sometime, she suddenly blurted "You're really cute" and then as if more to herself, something like: "but, I have a girlfriend." I was kind of shocked because I knew she didn't think I was hitting on her or anything, she was just sort of saying what we both were feeling. Two people doing the right thing despite the insane chemistry bubbling between us. We said goodbye, she hopped in the car, and I walked off.

Once more she mentioned drinks via text after that, and I texted back of course, but neither of us made concrete plans or any contact again. I think we would have felt too guilty and hanging with each other's gf's would make it weird, too.

At this point (about 3 years later), it looks like I'm coming to the end of the relationship I was in then and sometimes I ponder texting her after all is said and done. Who am I kidding? I'd be too scared I think. Wouldn't want to creep her out.

FlyGuy302 · 7時間前

I met a dude one time at a school I went to for a year and I swear we were like brothers. We roasted on people together, ate lunch together, played basketball and volleyball together and pretty much related really well because there weren't a lot of guys like me there. We both had the same preferences in girls, tv, rap etc. So it got to the end of the school year and my family decided that we were moving back to our original town. YAY but wait I have a great friend at this school in this town. So we ended up moving back and I didn't text him or anything cuz I didn't know what to say. So about 6 months or so passes and I'm on my Playstation playing GTA when I get a phone call. IT'S MY FRIEND! Well turns out it wasn't him. Some other kids I knew from that school had taken the phone and called me. I spoke with them for a little while and caught up. Then he takes the phone and says, " I don't like you. Go die in a hole." Then hung up

I thought that dude was cool.

TL;DR didn't talk to friend. He didn't like me anymore. We never spoke again.

Edit: I did tell him I was moving, but said very little after that

Ridiculously_Average · 5時間前

His name was Fisher.

Great big beard, the brightest fucking smile in the world that could just outshine the sun, stupidly funny and sarcastic... My kinda friend.

Met him at a friends party about two years ago, had so many incredible conversations with this kid that I had just met!

Then about two weeks later he killed himself.

I, like so many other people he met in his brief life, felt almost cheated out of knowing this incredible kid just 5 minutes longer.

Some people really know how to leave an impression...

Master_of__None · 4時間前

When I was about ten, my parents went to a conference. At said conference, there were organized kids activities and such. There was one boy (who happened to be black, looking back I cannot say 100% whether or not it had something to do with the outcome, but I fear it did). Anyway, we were sitting in a circle playing some dumb game with a group leader and this boy came up. The group leader said the group was full, and after he left, kids in the circle started talking about how he seemed weird, including the leader! As a ten year old, I saw nothing weird about the kid; he just wanted to join us. It made me feel uneasy, but I didn't speak up because I was painfully, painfully shy.

Later, on the last day, I was playing "spud" with a girl I had miraculously made friends with (I think she approached me), the kid came up to us and say, "oh, I've played that game!" Hovered a minute, and left. I waited for my friend to ask him to join us. She didn't. And I didn't say anything.

And this has stuck with me basically forever. How this kid, who seemed nice and friendly, wasn't included, for either being black, or seeming "weird" - either way it was wrong.

I used to fantasize that I had had the courage to ask him to play with us, and then we became best friends. And looking back it still makes me sad.

RubeusShagrid · 3時間前

Met a girl in three airports, three different times, on the same day.

I was heading from Vancouver to Saskatoon, as I live in Saskatoon, and was coming home from a trip to see a girl I was dating at the time.

She lives in Vancouver, and was coming here to see a guy she was seeing at the time.

When I first saw her in Vancouver, I could barely breathe. We sat beside each other, never saying a word, but always staring. Always smiling.

She wasn't even on my connecting flights, but our days kept putting us together. First in Vancouver, then Calgary, then Saskatoon.

When we literally nearly collided with each other completely coincidentally for what seemed like the 12th time, I felt like I was being given way too many opportunities to see this girl for it to be random.

We talked, we realized we were with other people. We still talked. And talked. And talked.

We ended up leaving those other people for each other, but never ended up together...

We would drift in and out of each other's lives for a long long time, always wanting to make something happen. Never committing to it.

Seven years later, we've started talking again, and I've realized that this isn't just going to happen on its own. I have to try for it. I have to reach out for it. I told her this. She said she thought the same.

I'm going to Vancouver.

EDIT: thanks for all the love and well wishes, I'll gladly answer any questions!

ASAP_SCRAFTY · 5時間前

When I was about 13 or 12, I started working for a summer day camp that i went to when i was a kid. 11 years old is the oldest age you can be a camper at the summer camp so, when you're 12 or13 you get put in a program called "LIT" (Leaders In Training).On the first day, you put your information (your real name, phone number, facebook, email address etc.) on a laptop, this summer camp was rather far away from my school so, all the other 13 year olds I was working with I have never met before in my life, so I decided to only put my real name on the information sheet. However, they all pretty much went the same school or a rival school in their district. I'm naturally really shy and quiet when it comes to meeting new people. At first he week seemed like it would be horribly boring for me because nobody decided to talk to me for the first 2 days. By the 3rd day a group of girls in "LIT" started talking to me. They basically interrogated me to get me to talk more. I was particularly attracted to one of these girls after finding out we had similar interests and experiences. After the 3rd day, the girls still came up to talk to me, but one of the girls was really particularly interested in me, her nature name was "Platypus" (the one I was attracted to). On the fourth day the "LIT" sleepover in the middle of the forest after a long 3-4 mile hike. During the hike up me and Platypus were walking side by side. then my hand brushes hers and she acted like nothing happened and just smiled. There is a rule at the summer camp saying something about not showing any signs of affection with another counselor, and we aren't even supposed to discuss our relationship status, so we never held hands. Then we talked and talked and all that night. To this point it was the best day in my life. Then comes the next day, this was the last day, we hiked back and were saying our goodbyes, we get handed back the sheet of info we filled out. I checked the info list and she had filled out every catergory, so I wasn't worried about not tlaking to her again. she says something a long the lines of "this isn't goodbye forever, we are definitely gonna hangout again!" and gets into her mom's car. I get picked up later that day and immediately go on the computer to go on facebook to add this "Patypus" girl... but, then I realized I had not brought my info sheet in the house. I must have left it in the car! But, it wasn't there, I had left it at camp. She had told me her real name once beofore, but I did not remember it. And there was no way for her to get in contact with me because, my name is very common if you search it up on Facebook there are like 200 other people with the same exact name. I spent the rest of summer in regret... and honestly I still regret it to this day eventhough it was a good 5-6 years ago.

tl;dr I was a counselor for a summer camp and I met a girl I was interested in and she was interested in me but, had no contact with her because I lost a sheet with her info

-CORRECT-MY-GRAMMAR- · 7時間前

I met a girl in omegle. We actually talked a lot in that chat, ended up giving her my Facebook address. We ended up talking daily for months! Turns out we were the same age, and she was smoking hot. I looked forward everyday going home and talking to her. We talked about meeting up but she lived in Canada and I live in southern USA.

One day I get on and her Facebook page was deactivated. Never heard from her again. Can't lie it was a little heart breaking haha.

I'd love to know what happened. Hell, I'd love to get back in touch with her.

Hopefully this comment makes top of thread and she sees this.

I could post some screen shots of our chat log.

edit ok here are some pictures of our chat log. We ended up having well over 1,000 messages sent, so I will not be able to post everything, but I'll scan over everything and post things I think you'll find interesting.

Here's the first few messages we sent to each other

Continued

Flirt game on point(album)

(in the process of adding more)

Moar

After a couple months of talking everyday, this is the last we spoke before she deactivated her account Prior to this she had been talking the last few weeks about how bad her dad was sick in the hospital.

I should note I was ~21 and she was ~19. This was about 2-3 years ago. Opposed to what the guy says below this comment, I was NOT catfished; we video chatted (long,detailed conversation) and I creeped the hell out of facebook to make sure she was legit (looked into her family tree and double checked the connections lol right? investigator shit)

Nichdel · 5時間前

Nothing impressive or significant here.

Once while driving back to my college after a break, I was going pretty fast and passing most cars. I passed a little green car that then passed me. I passed it again. They passed me again. We came to a semi and they not only passed the semi but waited until there was enough room for both them and me to merge back into the right lane. We continued this back and forth and synchronized passing for two hours. Unfortunately, I eventually had to turn. I never knew anything about that person, but we had a pretty good car ride together.

CPASparty · 2時間前

I met an uber driver in NYC who drove me to JFK. We shared both of our lives stories very in depth, Things we regret, etc. it was a two hour ride and we connected so well. I also got a job offer to move to NYC while in the car with her, she was with me when my entire life changed. I wish I could talk to her again honestly

tigerloaf · 6時間前

My story wasn't a one time thing, but it was a string of very brief meetings.

I work at a cafe and this guy always came in during the afternoon rush to get a smoothie. Move along a few weeks of this, he gave me his number. I never really noticed that he tried to make conversation daily with me until after this.

I texted him, we went on a date and while he was really great, I just couldn't? I don't know, I told him how I felt. But anyway point is, he stopped coming in immediately. I have his number still but he's just a fond memory now.

He is genuinely a great guy. I hope he's well.

20150506 · 7時間前

There was this girl I kept seeing around campus. She was an upperclassman, very beautiful but not in a standard way. Looked like a deep thinker.

I saw her a couple of times in a couple of different malls, but I never did introduce myself. I promised myself I'd speak to her on the third time we ran into each other, but, well, it's been eight years.

Isunova · 3時間前

When I was 7 I kissed the neighbour girl on my back porch. Her name was Samantha. My mom saw and gave me a whoopin' like no other, I tell ya h'what.

Shortieschmortie · 6時間前

When I was younger we had to bring my younger brother to Brisbane for medical treatment. There, I became friends with this young boy who was also a patient there. As my younger brother had always been sickly, I guess that young kid was the closest I had to a sibling that would actually play with me, and he was also my very first friend.

Sometimes I wonder how he is now, but trying to contact him would be tough as all I know of him is a generic first name, John.

rumbidzai · 6時間前

Some 14 years ago in last year of our three year "High school" (~16-18) I came into contact with a girl from the first year. I developed a crush on her and sent a "secret" message on Valentines day.

She responded well to that and we ended up going to a concert together. Things were awkward due to both of us being very shy and when we later met at a party and really had a chance to talk I lost my wallet and wasted the entire evening trying to find it. Things sort of dwindled into nothing due to my shyness and lack of ability to make a move.

She's never been completely out of my thoughts, but I've had serious relationships and major crushes since the last time I saw her 10 years ago. 2-3 weeks ago I woke up from an extremely vivid dream about meeting her at a festival. I dreamt that we met on a grass field, hugged and then kissed. I remember myself saying "It was always meant to be" while holding her.

I'm trying to convince myself that it's just my brain telling me I should go find someone and that I haven't fallen in love with her again, just what she symbolizes to me and the picture I've painted of her in my mind. Something dear I lost due to all my faults. The two first weeks after that dream was very rough, and despite doing better now, she's still on my mind a lot.

ProteinDaddy · 5時間前

I wouldn't say it was brief, but I wish I remembered my kindergarten crush's full name! She was my first "girlfriend" haha. I sometimes wonder what she's up to.

freezieepops · 7時間前

Alright well I guess I'll throw mine in! This was my spring semester last year in college, keep in mind the campus I'm at is quite small so some faces tend to grow on you. One day I was getting lunch at the cafeteria with my buddy and whist I was taking a bite out of my burger I locked eyes with the absolute most gorgeous girl I have ever seen. So here I am looking like a complete idiot mid bite and she walks by kind of laughs a little, smiled huge and kept walking. I've seen the movies yall and I wasn't about to blow my chance. So I cleaned up and ran after her and asked if she was looking at me while I took a bite and she laughed and admitted she was laughing at me in a very nice way. Anyways I asked if I could walk her to class and she obliged, so we hit off BIG TIME never even thought of getting her number. So come next week I see her on campus and she sees me she waves at me and immediately asks if I was free to go to the library with her. So we're at the library being stupid and laughing at random stuff and this goes on for about the rest of that week and not even once have I ever even tried to get her number. So come the next week I'm walking around campus thinking where could this southern Belle be and why haven't I got her damn number. I walked to every spot I ever saw her at and did routine laps at the library and not once had I seen her, this goes on for the rest of the semester and never did I ever see her again :( to this day I think about why I never asked for her number?? Anyways the one that got away :(((

bankergoesrawrr · 5時間前

Told this story before...when my cousin and I were kids, we were swimming in the pool at this hotel that had famously great hot chocolate. We decided we wanted more hot chocolate, but couldn't find our parents anywhere.

We went up to a random couple & demanded hot chocolate. They actually bought it for us and we hung out with them until our parents found us. By then, we've finished our hot chocolates & all evidence had been cleared. We decided not to tell our parents because we knew they'd be pissed, especially since we tried asking for more hot chocolate, and they told us we couldn't have anymore since they were so overpriced (I believe they were $6-8ish/cup..can't really remember). The couple was nice enough not to mention it, so they never got paid back.

Looking back, I think they were probably on their honeymoon since they were really gushy around each other. I'm sure they weren't planning to spend half a day babysitting 2 annoying 5-6 year old kids.

To the couple whose honeymoon I ruined, I'm so sorry. I hope you're still together and happy!

RottenNinja · 4時間前

Matt, CSULB dorms 02-03. Cerritos building 2nd floor. Surfer dude, genuine nice guy. We used to talk about trading the girls that were attracted to us because the innocent girls liked me and the aggressive girls liked him. We used to mess with each other. One time I stacked all the furniture in his room on his bed and he walked into my room after, looked me I the eyes, crushed a cookie in his hand, and stuffed it under my sheets. I miss that guy. We knew each other briefly as young men and I'd bet he's an awesome guy now...

gringo_neenja · 3時間前

I was on Kandahar Airfield, in the latter part of getting my Marines integrated with the infantry guys we were supporting, and preparing to head out into Indian Country. I was pissed at my boss--REALLY pissed--and I was angry-stomping the half mile of desert springtime from our billeting tents, to the place our squadron had set up shop in. The details are insignificant, but he was being a micromanaging prick. I had had enough, he and I were the same rank, even if he was senior to me, and I was going to drag him out from behind the goddamned desk he had planted himself behind, and fuck him up.

I had just made it to about the halfway point, when this tall, gangly-limbed, pale faced guy stopped running and grabbed my shoulder. He had this ridiculous looking, touristy floppy hat on, chinstrap securely cinched down on account of the wind, and wore contrasting, neon colored running gear.

"Hey, bro," he said in a Dutch accent that almost sounded fake, "Chillax. It's all going to be okay."

It was like being slapped in the face, and all I could do was stammer out a, "W-what," in reply.

"I say," he continued in his Goldfinger-esque accent, "It's all going to be okay, bro. I work with aviation bombs. Over there. No room for bad thoughts when you are wiring hundreds of kilos of explosive, yes?"

He patted me on the shoulder and kept on running, leaving me standing in the dust, staring. I went on to the hangar, had a more civilized discussion with Der Fürher than the sound of my fists, punching him repeatedly, and, despite some further issues and a lot of gunshots and explosions later, everything worked out alright...for me.

Later that night, though, there was a rocket attack, with one of the 107mm things landing smack dab in the middle of the aviation ordnance magazine. One KIA...a Dutch Airman. I don't know if it was him, as I was caught up in the whirlwind of leaving the wire for an even shittier place, and I never got to find out if it was or not. But here I sit, years, 2 gorgeous daughters, and moving to a tropical (if troubled) island later, and everything is still going to be okay.

nimrodrool · 8時間前

Random hot girls in the street 24/7

solute24 · 6時間前

So this happened a few months after the death of my grandmother in 2001. I was just a 9 year old kid back then and was very attached to my grandmother (she practically raised me uptil that point). I was going on a public transport bus with my father somewhere when I saw this old lady who was complete doppelganger of my grandmother, not only same age and face but also same style of glasses and clothing. I didn't talk to her or anything but kept staring at her the whole 15-20 minute i was on bus. I was happy after i went off bus as the experience gave me closure. Never saw the old lady again though i wish i could have.

trafficrush · 5時間前

I met someone on /r/casualconversation and we talked for a good month or so. I know she was having some financial issues, but never really got way into it. I really enjoyed the conversations we had back and forth, but it's been a good couple months since she's been on. I just hope that life was going a little easier for her and she figured things out okay. I'd hate to think anything bad happened.

Sanjew · 3時間前

I resorted to groveling and begging for Steam games on Omegle once. This one guy adds me and gifts me a game. 2 years later, I still have him friended and need to find a way to repay him. He's got reddit as one of his groups on Steam so he might even see this and ignore it.

alternativecheese · 7時間前

I was at summer camp and there was a counselor there named Teagan. I was in a different cabin than hers for the first few weeks I was there, but halfway through the session I moved into her cabin. Basically, I was one of the oldest campers and she was one of the youngest counselors so we were only a few years apart. I was going through a rough time in my life and I bonded with her quite strongly. We had almost everything in common, but somehow she had overcome her struggles and was a very confident and funny person who was unapologetically true to herself and I really looked up to her. It also helped that she really treated me well when some of the girls at camp were giving me a hard time. I know it's not the most inspirational story but it's had a lasting impact on me, to the point where I still remember her distinctly about four years later.

SourceWebMD · 5時間前

I was on a study abroad in Oslo, Norway for 6 months. It was a lovely albeit expensive experience in which I met so many lovely people who I now consider lifelong friends. But there was one person, a girl, that I met that I can never forget.

I was at a coffee shop one day reading for a while and I saw this girl walk in. I knew the moment I saw her that I had to ask her for her number or I would regret it for the rest of my life. I don't know what it was about her, but I just knew I couldn't leave that shop without at least trying. So after awhile working up the courage I went up and introduced myself. We talked for awhile and she did end up giving me her number and agreed to come to a party I was hosting in my flat later that night.

She came to the party and seemed like she was having a good time but she seemed to be more interested in talking to other people besides me. I was getting nervous that she had regretted giving me her number so I went out on the balcony to have a smoke and then she came outside and snuggled up against me to block out the cold of the Norwegian night. Then she looked up towards me and kissed me and thus began one of the most wonderful nights of my life. We saw each other often over the next two weeks and talked and explored the city for hours. We just had a indescribably perfect connection, but then it was over. She was only there for a month to learn the language. She was heading back home to Austria and I back to the U.S. a month later. We still talk on occasion and send each other letters but I don't believe we will ever be with each other again our lives are just too different, too separate, and too many miles between us. I will always love her and am thankful for the time I got with her but sometimes you wish you had never met someone despite how glad you are you did.

I don't often write for personal reasons but she inspired me, here's the link if you are interested. http://www.reddit.com/r/ShortStoriesCritique/comments/1od0gy/last_night_romance_nonfiction_107/

TL;DR: Saw a girl that made me cast of my typical cowardice, fell in love but separated by oceans and time.

perfumed-ponce · 4時間前

There was this guy (calling him Sam) who I became really good friends with when I was around 14. Everyone teased us but we just loved hanging out together and we slowly became best friends, we'd loiter around town like teenagers do and go on little bus trips to the next town along and hang out in the shopping center and the park there, just the two of us.

I loved Sam so much and we got on so well. We could talk for hours or just sit in silence together in parks. I was beginning to feel something more towards him but denied it furiously to everyone because I was scared that he didn't feel the same.

So nothing ever happened between us, and I thought it was just an awesome friendship and didn't want to ruin it by telling him how I felt and being rejected. My friends all told me that he really liked me but I didn't want to risk everything by believing them.
Over time I began to get close to one of Sam's close friends and eventually started going out with him. Sam took it well and I thought like, well ok then he clearly didn't like me in that way.

Then one party, Sam made out with another girl and the next day I was so hurt and confused that I teased him relentlessly. I can't remember what I said but I think it was cruel.

He never spoke to me again.

I saw him day after day at school and he would just ignore me, I cried every night and begged him over MSN, texts, everything just to let me apologise and make it better but he never let me. He pretended nothing had happened but just withdrew himself from me emotionally and became incredibly cold and distant.

I'm 21 now and still message him on his birthday, but he never replies.

I also still think about him a lot, I've never felt like that for anyone since. It's crazy that at 14 you can have such a deep connection.

longshot_MD · 2時間前

I was recovering in the hospital after an operation in 2004 and shared a room with a young man (17 or 18) who had attempted suicide by putting a shotgun under his chin. He was very open to talking about it and explained to me that in the struggle of trying to pull the trigger on such a long weapon on himself, the gun angled forward too much. The end result was that his brain and vital blood vessels were essentially spared. His face, however, was completely obliterated. He was completely blind and without eyeballs. He spoke very slowly and was surprisingly easy to understand considering the shape of his tongue when he showed you. I can't remember the number, but he told me he had already had several reconstructive surgeries, was in the hospital this time for a nose reconstruction. They were also going to work on his eye sockets so that he could be fitted for false eyes later on. He was one of the nicest people I have ever met. I was stuck in the bed for about a week and he was constantly asking if there was anything he could do for me. When I was moved to a different room, he would walk to where I had moved and chat with me when my family was gone (I was 13 or 14). He told me that he started regretting what he had done in the same moment that he pulled the trigger. Even though life was so much more difficult for him now, he said he had never been happier because he knows he will never ever in that place again. This was a time before teenagers all had cell phones so we never even thought about exchanging numbers. He went on to start a non-profit and become a motivational speaker to help prevent teenage suicide. I saw him on Oprah's show one day and completely lit up with happiness. Great guy who deserves great things.

namelybears · 7時間前

When I was 17, my brother graduated from high school and we (brother, mom, me) went on a cruise to Alaska. It was the last times I did something where I was really considered a "kid" still, to the point that me and my brother went to the "youth night" thing where you meet up with other young'ns and hang out.

For the most part, they youths were 13-14 years old (which seemed like a huge age gap to a 17 and 18 year old). But a few of us got to talking about World of Warcraft and instantly became pals. This is where I met 3 people that I miss to this day - maybe it was just because we were on a cruise (which seemed like a whole 'nother planet compared to high school and the same city I'd lived in my whole life) but the 3 friends I made on that cruise seemed so important back then.

I remember now, I felt kind of silly, a 17 year old girl in a too-baggy sweatshirt and my brother's hand-me-down cargo shorts being followed around by three 14 year old boys that might as well have been puppies...

Guy - the pretty boy, he was pretty much the head bitch of my little gang. His name wasn't really Guy, I don't remember what his name was, but I called him Guy and he called me Girl. We would sit and cuddle til all hours of the night while we played cards with our other friends (my mom ran around the cruise screaming once because I hadn't come back to our room at 2am - in my defense, there was a time change... and I was in puppy love with Guy).

Sam - the smelly, british kid. I remember he had longish blonde hair and needed slightly better hygiene. And he was kind of an ass. But I still miss him.

Max - despite my puppy love with Guy, I think I could've actually been sustainable friends with Max outside of our cruise-life. I cried when I had to say goodbye to him and hugged him for about 30 minutes. Max had a little sister named Roxy - I got her Myspace, she was Tyrannosaurs Roxy on Myspace. I don't know why I remember that.

Anyways, after our week-long cruise, we exchanged Myspace information and talked briefly on AIM. Then we promptly lost contact. I wish we'd exchanged information on something more permanent, I miss those silly fucks and that cruise was one of the best weeks of my life...

IDK if I'll ever love someone like I loved Guy. ;-;

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