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probably the cringes kid in the world, and I can say that for a
fact because he is me. Yes, finally long-awaited.
I'm telling you guys one of my most cringey stories of all
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subscriber who submit. Wait a minute, we're going to
call this guy in the story me. And I can finally say it from
the first person's perspective. So this was back when I was in
fifth grade. I was going to a tennis camp
because I played a lot of tennis and I'm actually still pretty
good. I just never got good enough to
be the college level, but I was pretty close.
Anyways, I was going to this college, to this tennis camp.
It was primarily an overnight camp, but I live close enough
that I was one of the day students at the camp.
So anyways, we get there. You know, I'm in fifth grade.
I don't know if I've ever shown on the Internet photos of me in
fifth grade. It was a mess.
My hair looked terrible. I was inspired by like tennis
players, like European tennis players with their long hair for
me to have long hair. But it's terrible.
Looked terrible. I had this long stray greasy
hair. It sucked.
Nothing wrong with long hair. In fact I kind of like rocking
my hair a little longer now too. I think I look good but I played
it very differently than back then when when I just had it
straight like 2 crazy bangs. I basically look like the remake
Rodrick in the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid version movie.
But not like the good version. Not the original but like the
remake that they kept trashing on.
Basically look like him but blonde hair.
So to Needless to say I was I was not going in hot.
Anyways, I get there and I've always been through my entire
life pretty much a hopeless romantic.
Right now I'm a slightly hopeful romantic, but I've always been a
hopeless romantic my entire life.
It's always been fun. I've always had a fun life in
that regard that I'm always failing but I'm failing and
having a good time failing. I mean, the moment I might be
sad, but anyways, I get there and there's this girl and we'll
call her, we'll call her Maddie for the sake of this video that
may or may not have actually been her name.
I might just be lazy and be using her real name, but I'm not
going to give like Social Security full first and last
name or anything like that. But anyways, so there's this
girl Maddie. She's like, you know, we're all
sitting at the beginning at camp.
They're doing the introductions and I see her from across the
room and I'm just like, Oh my God, Oh my God, I, I, I got to
talk to this girl. Anyways, so the day goes on,
it's Sunday night. So the the camp is you get there
Sunday night and then Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and
you leave Friday morning. It's 1/2 day.
So it's a week, it's six days long or whatever.
And she's an over overnight camper.
I'm not. So throughout the week, you
know, I'm playing tennis, I'm doing whatever and I'm like,
still thinking about this girl. I'm thinking about this girl
24/7. She's the only thing I'm
thinking about during this time. I'm like, Oh my God, I got, I
got to do something. I got to do something here.
So my first plan, which thank God I didn't do this, but in my
head, guys, I need you to like brace yourself for the cringe
because it's about to be bad. Brace yourself for the cringe.
But my first plan, right, my first plan to go about this was
I was going to while she was walking with her friends to the
tennis courts or back to the dining halls.
I was going to go run up to her and say, oh, my God, I think
you're so beautiful and run away.
And in my head, I was like, that's a genius.
How could that go wrong? And I know you think about it
now and you think to yourself, Connor, how could that have gone
right? And that is a great point.
And thankfully, I never mustered up the courage to do that.
And also about Wednesday, so we're getting more than halfway
through the camp at this point, I discovered that she is 2 years
older than me. I was 12 at the time and she was
14. So I did the most copium cope of
all time. I literally remember sitting
somewhere and thinking, OK, that's not good.
But think of it like this. I'm 12, which means I'm
basically 13. You know, I'm I'm less than 12
months away from that. On the flip side, she's 14, but
she's not 15, so she's almost 13 and 13 = 13 and I'm basically
13. She's basically 13.
We're essentially the same age, which is nonsense.
Guys. You got to realize that I was so
just wanting this to work, that I just so desperately wanted
this to work that I, I was throwing all logic or reason
aside. Anyways, on the Thursday, it's
the last full day that we had, there was like some kind of like
camp. There's like a a camp dance
thing at night that I wanted to stay for that.
And of course, it would have been like, it would have been
the time, like, hey, you know, for me to to do something would
have been at that dance. Like, ideally you gotta dance
with her. And then maybe you go out
outside, you're looking at the stars in the night and oh, she
leans over and kisses you because you're the gig of Chad,
who she wants. You're definitely not a greasy
haired, weird kid who is 2 years old, younger than her.
Yeah, that's definitely not the case at all.
Let's be real, I was clearly a winner in this situation and it
was obvious that she liked me, let alone knew who I was, right?
So during that dance, I kind of did the whole thing, like I'll
make a move next dance, but I make a move.
I mean, potentially ask her to dance even that would be a lot.
And I was like, you know what, I really like this song.
I'm just going to dance for a second.
I'm going to make a move in the next song.
They'd be like, oh, I kind of have to go pee, lie.
I'm going to go to the bathroom. I don't want to, you know, come
in mid song. You know, I leave from the
bathroom. It's mid song.
Oh, mid song, get away till the end of this.
And sure enough, eventually after a million next songs, it
was the last song and I was like, wait a minute, where'd the
dance go? Like what?
What happened? So I was picked up by my mom.
We're driving back to my house, 'cause we're going to drive
there Friday. And I would.
We had a little tennis tournament in the morning and
then we had like a ceremony where they give out rewards or
awards. Not rewards, they give out
awards, which I realized after going to that camp for many
years, they would give them to first time campers who are not
recurring to try and make them come back.
Which was actually pretty smart 'cause I remember once, like my
first time there, I was a massive hot head and I was like
smashed my test racket. That was the worst, right?
And I got like the sportsmanship award and I was like, what the
hell. Like what?
Like I was I, I, I should not be, you know, I, I'm not a
contender for this. And then later years where I was
a lot better and I was cool. I didn't win a single award.
And I started to realize that everyone who got an award was a
first time camper 'cause they wanted them to come back next
summer to fill the slots. Game is game, don't get me
wrong, It makes a genuinely didn't make a lot of sense
anyways though. So on my way back, I'm in the
car and I'm just saying to myself, I'm like I have to do
something. So that's when I get the bright,
the genius, the insanely high IQ decision, the play.
I know exactly what to do. I'm going to write her a love
letter. Yeah, you heard me right.
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'cause you're about to cringe even harder than you've already
cringed. So I write this letter and I
basically say you, I don't have the letter obviously.
Well, not obviously, but you'll see.
I don't have the letter anymore and I can only remember bits and
pieces, but I remember two major things.
The first major thing is somewhere in that letter I said
the corniest line of all time. I might be king corny CEO of
corny king of the corn. So I, I really don't know, but I
said you were the most beautiful girl in the entire world.
I don't know. I did that in a quasi Trump
impression, but the most beautiful girl in the entire
world, blah, blah, blah. Some other gibberish.
I said please e-mail me. At that time, I didn't have a
phone number. I didn't have a phone.
I actually didn't have a phone for a really long time.
I had an iPad mini which had an e-mail and before I had iCloud
for texting. The only thing I had was an
e-mail address. And I'm not going to tell you
that e-mail address, but let me just say it was some combination
of a word similar to mynameandithad.pugprobablytheleastsexyemailofallthetimewhichyoudontreallyhaveasexyemailitsusuallyjustfirstlastname@gmail.com
or something. But not only did I try and slide
this girl my e-mail, but it was a corn dog e-mail as well.
I mean, I like the e-mail, but it's just like it's not a great
first impression type e-mail. I have a different e-mail now.
I still check it sometimes because maybe she'll maybe
she'll e-mail me back. Who knows 10 years later.
Just kidding. Anyways, though, I write this
letter and the next thing comes around because writing the
letter is only half of it. If you write the letter, great,
you still got to deliver it to her.
Anyways, the next thing comes around.
We have the tennis tournament in the morning.
I was thinking about I was going to hand it to her breakfast.
Breakfast passes. I don't do it.
OK, well, in between the tennis tournament when she's not
playing or taking a break and then walk over, be like, hello,
you don't know me, but I, you know, I want you to have this
letter and, you know, maybe we'll speak again.
No, I didn't do it then either. And then there's the ceremony,
the awards, whatever. Maybe I do it then.
No. She walks up to her dorm room to
pack up her stuff with her parents.
It is the final moments that I could possibly do this.
And I stand there 'cause there's two like staircases coming down,
'cause there's like a second floor dorm.
And then there's the first floor that I was on.
And I was looking at the two staircases, 'cause I'm like, I
need to intercept her. I need to go and make sure that
she has this ladder. So I'm staring at a staircase.
And for some reason I decided to turn around and look at the
other staircase. And I see her walking out the
door with a big bag full of her stuff with her parents.
I was looking at the wrong staircase.
And in that moment, I needed to. I needed to make a decision.
I could either sit there with this sense of disappointment,
with this sense of what could have been, with the sense of
nothing you've never learned because you didn't try.
Or I could risk it all and I could race after her.
And at least I knew I tried at that time.
And I was a timid kid. If you couldn't tell throughout
the story, I was not about to make my intentions known.
But I think at that moment I knew that if, if I didn't try, I
would have been disappointed myself for a very long time.
So I start running after this girl, which it wasn't like, you
know it, it sounds worse. I'm some like 5th grader with
floppy hair. Who cares, right?
Running after this girl run up, she's about to get in her car,
she's about to load her bag into her car and I run up to her and
she kind of looks at me like what the hell?
Oh my God. And then her parents are like
what? And I just take my letter.
I don't even hand it to her. I just throw it in her bag,
obviously, like I obviously throw in her bag and I turn
around and run away. So not really Mr. Confident
smooth, chill AF gentleman giga chat over here, but it's what I
did. I'm not going to lie to you
guys. I'm just going to tell you the
story. So anyways, I tell my mom about
it. I think I'm so cool and she's
like, OK buddy, that's cool. Anyways, I have my e-mail and in
the next day I'm like, you know, she's she's not going to e-mail
me today. Like she's not going to e-mail,
e-mail me in 24 hours, but you know, 'cause she wants to
compose your e-mail back. Like she's, she's going to want
to write up something nice for me, right?
She's going to want to want to write up something nice.
A couple days passed by. I'm like, OK, well, it's looking
a little, you know, she's really taking her time with this
e-mail. Like she is taking her sweet
time putting this together. And, you know, I respect that.
You know, she wants to give me a good e-mail.
OK, I'm cool with that. She's cool with that.
I'm cool with that. We're cool.
About a month goes by, so I started telling my mom my
theories. And like, mom, I need to find
her contact information because I must have put my e-mail down
wrong. Yeah, it definitely wasn't
because she just didn't want to e-mail you, little bro.
It's because you put your e-mail down wrong.
Or my handwriting wasn't clear enough.
Mom. That's why she didn't e-mail me.
And I in that moment, my mom was like, Connor, I'm, I'm, it's
great that you did all that. I just don't think she wants to
e-mail you. And I wasn't even heartbroken in
that moment. It was more so just like, I, I
wasn't even really sad when she said that.
I think, 'cause I knew. And I was in such denial.
But it was such cognitive dissonance where I knew I was
wrong, but I wanted to push forward with this idea.
There was almost like, you know, it, her saying that allowed me
to realize the truth. And I was like, yeah.
And I, I still try to like, find a way to contact her, whatever.
But with no social media, no number and just an e-mail and I
barely even knew what her name was.
That was a, that was a fruitless attempt.
I went to the camp next year and the year after that and the year
after that because I enjoyed it. I genuinely enjoyed this camp.
But for the first year and a little bit the second year, but
really the first year, I really wanted to go there.
And there she was when I get there, looking around on the
orientation day and she wasn't there.
Her little brother was. And I don't think he even knew
about it. We never talked about it or
anything. But So when I saw her little
brother, I had this burst of hope.
Oh, my God, she's gonna be here too.
She's gonna be here too. But now and I still a great
year, great fun that year, you know, I'd talk to more girls.
Life would go on. But I remember when I would go
back, I would be like, she didn't come back, man.
I guess that's it. But reflecting on the story, it
is cringe. Do not go about it like the way
I did. I tell that as a cautionary
tale, but I tale. But I will say I'm still
surprised looking back that I had the courage to actually do
that. It was ridiculous, it was goofy,
it was a losing move and it was a terrible idea.
But it in the raw courage there. I'm so proud of the courage.
I am not proud of anything else I did there, but I am so proud
of the raw courage in that moment.