I stole cups and sugar to get my high school boyfriend to fall in love with me

I notice once in a while, from my high school bedroom window, an underclassman and baseball player walk by my house without fail every day on his way home from school. <br><br>He’s so incredibly hot and I fall in love with him. I want him to notice me, fall in love with me, and be my boyfriend. <br><br>So I take my babysitting money and I buy the ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies from the local grocery store. Every day, I make a fresh batch of cookies and leave them out on the counter for him. Then I’d wait in my bedroom with the window cracked open, watching as he started to stop my house every day, pick up a cookie and walk on. He was falling in love, I knew it. <br><br>After weeks of cookies he started to slow down even more, and the cookies were calling his name so much he wouldn’t even walk away before he finished them. <br><br>I watched for months as this man I never even talked to stopped by my house and ate a warm cookie every single day. The minute he turned the corner, I’d deal with the aftermath of the forty cookies I had to make every day in order to leave 1-2 cookies out on the counter for him. I’d have to eat the rest. I remember the sugar bags getting harder to carry and I could have used a hand, but I wasn’t going to risk him knowing I was the one making him cookies. <br><br>It was created this cookie ritual where he’d leave his backpack in front of my bushes, then he’d sit in the area outside of my window, eat his cookie, and toss the evidence in the garbage. <br><br>I think the cookies are working and I can see him slowing down, eyeing my house for the girl who is sweeping him off his feet with her baking, but it’s never enough. He still hasn’t fell deeply in love with me, so I decide I need another approach. <br><br>I realize if I use a vacuum as a fan, I can smell my hair and make it smell like cookies. Genius. <br><br>I put my hair down, sit next to the window as he eats his cookie, and turn on the vacuum as a fan, blowing my cookie scented locks in his direction. <br><br>When he leaves, I’m still in love and wish I could do more to make him notice me. <br><br>Days go by and he still doesn’t even make a peep to me when he sees me in school. I even wear my hair down for him, but he doesn’t seem to notice.<br><br>At this point, I’ve eaten hundreds of cookies. I’m starting to think he’s not ever going to be interested and the cookies aren’t working. So I decide to branch out and make a huge cake. <br><br>I make a huge red velvet cake, leave it out on the counter when I know he’s walking by, and sit in my room and watch him devour an entire cake by himself in less than 10 minutes. <br><br>This has to be it. <br><br>Then, he leaves and doesn’t even look my way. I’ve never felt so defeated in love. <br><br>Weeks go by and I watch him almost daily as he walks by, and I know I have to move on. I think maybe the next guy I see I’ll fall in love with, but it’s too late. I’ve already fallen in love with the cookie guy. <br><br>One day I ask my mom to help me move my bed away from the window because the hot sun is killing me and I moved it to the center of the room. <br><br>For the first time ever, there’s no cookies waiting for him. I’m too sad to watch so I go hang out on my friend’s front patio. <br><br>The cookie guy never even noticed. He walked by, noticed there was no cookies, no girl in her window with cookie hair, and he just kept walking. <br><br>From that day on, I never saw him again. <br><br>I’m not sure why this experience is so embarrassing to me, but I guess 9 months of cookie making and cookie eating was for nothing. I never even got to talk to him. His name was Andy and I guess I’ll just look back on it as one of my strangest experiences and move on. Or maybe I’ll just eat another cookie.