Feelings I had for my classmate were obviously one-sided (pretty sure of it), so I made a reasonable decision to never confess to not make things awkward. In a few years since we graduated I finally moved on, although I never loved anyone this much since.
Yet all this time I had a desire to tell her about them. I would definitely want to know if someone loved me this much ever. Would she? I don’t know. I don’t even know if she is in a relationship right now or not.
I would really want to cite some scientific study that “Over 80% of girls have their self-confidence lifted after being told they were secretly admired (p<0.05)”, but can’t find one.
I assume you have already looked it up after writing that; I would have a temptation. I want to clarify that the post about solar inclination-based geolocation where you were also present was a part of a separate thought process going on for a few days and it being posted close in time was just a coincidence.
I thought “incels” (in modern degradatory definition) were supposed to be emotional guys who hate women because they don’t have feelings they want. Not people who approach dating rationally and try to estimate each other’s feelings using best scientific methods available. Never heard Sheldon Cooper, or Data from TNG being called this way.
BTW, I think you said you read just the post to her before getting this reaction, you never said anything about the comments.
None, and I was never accused in being improper in trying to get into one—because I approach the subject rationally. I would never approach anyone in that way until I’m reasonably confident they are interested in me in a sufficient degree. Finding the most compatible person may be a lifetime-long quest, but it pays off at the end.
Not yet. Still no temptation