Three Crazy Things I've Done For Love

In a movie, the crazy thing always works out. The grand gesture gets you the grand love. The love interest reads your grand gesture as ballsy, full of confidence, and knowing what you want. In real life, it can just make you look a little nuts and a little desperate. And maybe even a little irresponsible if that grand gesture cost you a pricey plane ticket or a game of hookey from work.

I would know, because I have done a few crazy things for love. And, well, I'm still single. What have I done?

Karaoke:

What better way to show someone you want the whole world to know that you love them than by letting the whole bar know. It's a start, right? I've signed up to sing at a karaoke bar where I was out with a group of friends, unsuspecting love interest included, with the intention of making it very clear that I was singing to just one person. I don't think all of the singing lessons or voice training in the world could have minimized my horror after putting on that performance and jumping off the stage to be greeted by these words from my love interest: "that was - um - sweet of you."

Gone the distance:

I was once dating someone who ended up moving about a 7-hour drive away. I decided to surprise him by taking off work for a week and driving up there without giving him any advance notice. He was, of course, thrilled to see me on his doorstep. And he was thrilled for the next two days (it was the weekend) to be with me. But, once the work week began, I was just some chick hanging out at his house waiting for him to come home, and stressing him out because he knew I was there waiting for him to come home. Not to mention, we had never lived together in the past. And suddenly, we were thrown into a pseudo living together situation, and found out that we needed our own space very quickly. In the end, the grand gesture didn't make us grow closer. It was the beginning of our relationship's demise.

Written a love letter:

There was a time when these were in fashion. But that was a very, very long time ago. I should have realized that before I tried to translate my feelings into a sonnet, with some far-fetched metaphors and some major hyperbole about just how much the person meant to me. The reader basically gulped in discomfort because, well, it's a little difficult to respond in regular English after you've just been written to in actual Old English.

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