The Stupidest Things Guys Have Done for Love (OMG, #3 Is the Worst!)


… and what you can learn from them.

Once in a while, Quora would send me e-mails about popular questions and answers. One of them caught my attention: What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done for love?

Some of the stories ended well, but most of them ended tragically. I have included the 3 stupidest and saddest stories of what people have done for love:

Stupid Love Story #1 – A Blizzard Can’t Cool His Passionate Heart

I graduated from college two years before my then-girlfriend and was obligated to move across the country for a military assignment. It was the first time we’d been long distance. In six months I was only able to visit her twice (this was before the days of Skype), but we spoke on the phone every day.

She called me and ended things just before Thanksgiving saying that she couldn’t do it anymore and she felt like we were just really good friends (although I found out later that her parents had told her that she could do better than me). Within a few weeks, she was seeing someone else. I was heartbroken because she was my first love.

In the weeks leading up to Christmas, she called me routinely and sent me a Christmas present with a note that said if I were closer to her, she’d give it to me in person.

Silly me decided to make a grand gesture and fly to see her on Christmas night, deliver a present to her, and get back together and live happily ever after. Bought a plane ticket from my hometown, several states away, to her hometown in Illinois. Got in to Chicago in the early evening and was one puddle jumper flight away from her town when the airport cancelled all flights for the evening due to a blizzard (flights ended up being cancelled for the next two days).

Undeterred, I decided to rent a car and just drive the last 200 miles to see her. Foiled again – every single rental car station at the airport was sold out and all off-airport rental car places were already closed. That’s okay, I’d take the Greyhound – except that the bus had left 30 minutes prior and there wouldn’t be any more that night because visibility was so limited by the snow.

Ready to give up, I thought I’d try one last thing. Walked outside to the cab stand and asked the first driver in the queue how he felt about driving to Springfield. I explained to him why I was making this unusual request and his reply was that it was just about the craziest thing he’d ever done, but he’d do it. Jumped in the cab with my bag and Christmas present in hand.

Ended up driving around 35mph the entire way there and shared the entire story with the driver. About 30 minutes away, I started to get worried that she would be going to sleep soon as it was getting quite late. Asked her to stay awake, and when she asked why, I told her that I was coming to see her and deliver her Christmas present in person. She said she was shocked, but wanted to see me and would stay awake.

Minutes after hanging up, her *MOTHER* calls me and asks what in the hell I think I’m doing and tells me that things are over with her daughter. It was unbelievable to me that a grown woman would meddle so much in her adult daughter’s business. At that moment, I was completely deflated – I had thought that after seeing the great lengths I’d gone to in order to get there, her family would understand and be supportive. Instead, my (ex)girlfriend called me and said we’d better meet at a hotel.

My driver dropped me off at a local hotel and I was completely sick over what had transpired in the last half hour of our drive. Everything had started crumbling. I was already in a daze when I paid the $650 cab fare.

Inside the hotel, I waited for my (ex)girlfriend in the lobby. I poured out my heart to her. Ultimately, she said she didn’t want to get back together because she didn’t see how it would work out and she left.

Didn’t sleep a bit that night. Stayed up on the phone with the airline trying to book a flight home. The earliest they could fly me out was still more than 24 hours away. The last thing I wanted to do was sit in a hotel room by myself in my ex’s town after being so flatly rejected.

When the sun came up, I took a cab to the Springfield airport to rent a car. Had to wait three hours for the car rental counter to open up and then another hour for a car to be readied. I proceeded to drive twelve hours home through a snowstorm  and cried my eyes out the whole way home. By the time, I got home, I was completely numb (and over $1000 lighter in the pocketbook). I slept for the next two days straight.

And that was the stupidest thing I ever did for love.

Stupid Love Story #2 – How to Fail at Love in Russia

During our freshman year at different colleges, my high-school girlfriend and I decided to spend the summer in Russia. Or rather, she decided that she wanted to, and I, hopelessly in love with her and eager to see her over the summer, decided to start taking Russian as an excuse to join her.

But she dumped me in March. I had already sort-of committed to the summer, but not really. Yet in my infinite wisdom, I thought myself left with only one choice- follow her to Russia to win her back.

The 8 weeks I spent in St. Petersburg were, as one might imagine, terrible. I had no friends and didn’t speak the language. I lived in a homestay with an 80-year old Russian woman. Oh, and I watched as she (my ex, not the 80-year old) fell in love with a Russkie, who, in my pathetic attempt to be near her, I sort of became friends with.

When I got to the airport to come back to America, dejected and stupid as I’d ever been, I didn’t see my flight on the departures list. I asked around in broken Russian, and found out that there are actually 2 separate terminals of the St. Petersburg airport, and I was at the wrong one.  Needing to get to my flight asap, and discombobulated as hell, I accepted a cab driver’s offer to get me there for around $100, most of the money I had left.

When I got to the right terminal, the customs officer told me that there was a problem with my visa. I couldn’t leave until I got it taken care of, and the next flight wasn’t for 3 days. It was back to the nasty 80-year old woman.

Except when I got there, she was gone, and the door was locked. When I called her, she told me that she had gone to her dacha (Russian country home), and wouldn’t be back for a month.

So at this point, I have no money, no girl, and no place to sleep. I got my visa taken care of, but still had to lug most of my stuff (except for what I’d left at the airport) around for 3 days. The only person I could call was… my ex’s new boyfriend.

But, pathetic as I was, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

So my last 3 nights in Russia were spent on a cold beach, in a train station, and in a 24-hour bookstore. I almost got a full night’s sleep in the bookstore, but was awoken by a terrifying man yelling at me in Russian. When I clearly didn’t understand him, he said, in a not-too-accented English, “Get out.”

So I arrived in America dirty, dumb, and loveless. Five years later, I’m just about over her.

Stupid Love Story #3 – Do You Laugh or Do You Cry?

This story is probably best suited to be in the annals of the stupid, yet true, romance stories.

Ten years ago, I was just out of the university when I met this girl. She was young, beautiful and her smile just lit up the room. I was a nerd, physically unattractive and never been in a relationship. I was also very naive as events turned out. It was my first relationship. I had never had success with girls. I came from a ‘psychologically inadequate’ family background and had serious self esteem issues.

Four months into the relationship (I will not bother to waste the reader’s time  narrating how we happened to be dating), she came crying to me one day. Her brother was ill, had been ill for a week (I eventually found out he had been in the hospital for six months at the time), and needed a kidney. Their only surviving relative was unwilling to donate hers and she was worried that her brother would just die.

(An aside, I live in a third world country and there is nothing like waiting for an organ donor. If you needed one, you would have to hope for someone you know to donate it or die a long and painful death.)

Then came the torrent of tears from her pretty face and I knew that I was going to do something really crazy. I volunteered to donate a kidney. She looked at me in disbelief. You can’t be serious, she sniffed. But I was. I assured her that if I was a good match, I would donate one and her brother would not have to suffer much longer. I was young and very healthy. I figured that there was nothing to lose and a lot to gain by being the hero in her eyes.

Knowing that my family would never agree to such an action on my part, I didn’t tell them anything until a day to the surgery. The hell they raised is better imagined.

Fast forward to one week post operation. She came to see me since I was leaving the hospital that day. She was full of gratitude. She was full of life. Her brother’s surgery was successful. She would be eternally grateful to me. She would be happy to spend the rest of her life with me. And so on. I felt like the king of the world. That such a stunningly beautiful girl would feel indebted to me gave me the best feeling in the world.

But things didn’t remain so pretty for long afterwards. She began to give excuses for not coming to see me. If I called to ask if I could come over, she would make up funny reasons why not. She was busy. She was out of town. She was tired. She was having a mood swing and didn’t want to see anybody. Eventually, two months after my good, eh, stupid deed, she broke up with me. Her reason? She didn’t want to waste her time with a sentimental fool. Her exact words.

(I found out later that the ‘brother’ in the hospital was in fact her long time fiancé whom she loved very much. )

Since then, my already low esteem is yet to fully recover from the blow that being in that relationship dealt me. That was my first and possibly the last relationship I will ever be in. I was a fool indeed.

The Major Mistake All Fools in Love Make

After reading the 3 stories, can you spot the mistake all the guys made? Take some time to think about it.





The mistake is …

Doing too much for an unloyal or unproven girl.

Guy #1 spent over $1,000 and 2 full days to see a girl that dumped him.

Guy #2 spent 8 weeks in Russia to win back a girl that left him.

Guy #3 donated a kidney to the “brother” of a girl he had known for only 4 months.

If I am to guess, these guys do not have much experience with girls. They lap up what the media tells them: If they poured their hearts out, if they did everything humanly possible to please their girls, the girls will love them back. They put girls on pedestals, while placing themselves on footstools.

What fools!

If that is you, don’t despair. Most guys go through the “fool” stage at once point or another. Even the Don Juans, Casanovas, and Lotharios all have made mistakes. If you’ve made this mistake in the past, learn from it. I’m sure the 3 guys did. If you have yet to become a fool, learn from the stories.

Remember … the biggest mistake to avoid is over-committing to someone who does not deserve it. Divorced women. Girls who had a lot of boyfriends. Girls who dumped you. Girls you hardly know.

Many girls can call themselves princesses, but few of them actually are.

Understand that a quality girl is not just someone who is hot. She has to have more than a pretty face and a nice body. She must prove her commitment and loyalty before you make even one huge sacrifice for her.

How does she prove her commitment? It doesn’t just have to be sex. Let’s start small. Does she tell you the truth? Does she keep her word, such as showing up on-time for dates? Does she do things for you, like cooking for you?

If the girl does small things for you, do small things for her. (Take her out to a nice dinner, if she cooks for you.) If she does big things for you, do big things for her. (Donate a kidney to her, if she showed loyalty and devotion to you for years.)

If you follow my advice, it will save you from a lot of pain and heartaches. And you’ll have more time, money, and energy to find the right girl — someone who is worthy of your hard work and sacrifices.

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  1. Yes we all go through the “Fools Stage” at least once in our lives. I know i did when i started noticing women but it was more when i was a teenager. Even still my “Foolishness” was not as elaborate as the ones you spoke about in your blog. I learned my lessons and those mistakes i made helped me shape and realize that once its over its over. Once the female has it in her mind to leave you no matter what you do will make her change her mind. And even if she did you will never trust her after that! I know the heart is a mother fucker but you have to learn to hold yourself down until the storm passes!

    That’s life! Live and learn.

    I agree that its not about how beautiful she is or how great her body is cause believe me i had my share of the outside beauty with the ugly insides! I learned that its all about the small stuff it is what i notice more. If she goes out of her way to do things for you like cook for you, wash your clothes etc. without you having to do it then she is a keeper!

    I could have gotten married many times while i was younger but those women never did any of the small stuff. It was not until later on in my life that i met the woman who does do the small things. I met her at work and we quickly hit it off! When we began dating she would order my breakfast and would bring it to my desk and have it all set up for me to eat. The fellas near my cubicle were hating like crazy! That was then i knew she could be the one!

    To make a long story short i married that woman! Its been 12 years so far and yes at times we do get on each others nerves but we tend to work it out and go back to being husband and wife we are a team! Now that we are married she still does those small things! She makes me breakfast and at times brings me a cup of coffee while i’m in bed still! Since she does all of things for me then of course i have to reciprocate by doing things for her as well!

    I was hard headed when i was younger thinking i knew all there is to know about women. When i did not know jack shit! I did not realize that all i had to do was to look at my parents married for over 40 years and still going strong! My mother always did the small things for my father and he did likewise. Now that i have the same type of woman i now see that its the small things that matter and not the pretty face!

    So if i were you i would re-read this post and understand what Alex is talking about. Don’t be like those guys Alex wrote about and look for the “Small Stuff”!

    Great Post Alex as always!

  2. Jeremy Truvilion says:

    -Alex Ding

    Damn man number 3 probably had to be the worse. Some people don’t realize love is accumulated over time and not by what they see at first. Just like receiving a car loan for a car you cant afford at the moment but decide to get anyway not realizing your sacrificing 8 years of you life with debt.

    Damn man just sad lol. Great post though, a lot guys need to see this.

    • You’re right, Jeremy. The strongest love is built up over time. But the strongest hate is also built up over time. It really depends on having the right woman.

  3. Here’s the deal.

    When I meet with a girl, I pretend that she was just giving oral to some other guy. I pretend that she is the dirtiest little thing in this world.

    That puts a lot of perspective. Would you put girls on a pedestal if you knew she was just getting it from behind in the alley?


    Girls act out of self-interest. Girls play games. Realizing this just makes it all so much easier.

    • Sebastian,

      That strategy certainly works. You’re probably right with the assumption more than you’ll know.

      I think of it this way:

      This girl has nothing to offer me that I cannot get already. And who knows? Maybe she’ll surprise me.

  4. Alex, you have shed light on this topic. Hopefully readers will heed the words from this post and make adjustments to their previous indoctrination’s handed to them by society. Yes, they are not grand, they are not precious and often not worth your time.

    A woman that wants to leave, will leave, there is no doubt to that. Thinking otherwise is as stupid as betting your savings hoping that the sun won’t rise tomorrow.

    • Alex Ding says:

      Media does a lot of harm to guys in general, showing how if a guy (no matter how dorky he is) keeps on being nice and keep on chasing after the reluctant girl of his dreams, he will eventually get her.

      Well, if guys who believe that may end up losing a kidney. It is time to inject some cold, hard truth into the equation.

      • Men have been brain washed to pedastal women through chick flicks and romance movies, the same way men have been brain washed by women and sex by the pornography industry.

        Being nice means you’re willing to be stepped over for the name of pussy – which is hardly an option for any self respected man.

  5. theDudeAbides says:

    This is my one and only “embarassing story about a girl I made a fool of myself for”. I never gave a kidney, but I’m sure there’s a line two times around the block of guys who’ve dropped a grand on a girl they never slept with.

    When I was a late teen (19) I used to hang out with these guys. We’d cruise down to the beach and try and pick up chicks. We had “a leader” that is an Alpha-male who was a few years older (he had the best car) and we were his eager apprentices. He ran us like a gang, and he would show us the way, in return for our obediance and loyalty.

    On an ordinary weekend night the group of all us five guys were down at the usual hangout. We saw this car, a red convertible with four girls and a 6 foot stuffed animal wedged in the back. We hooted and cat-called at them and they pulled over. (Believe it not, sometimes that shit works)

    According to the rules, the Alpha male among us gets first pick (the best looking one) and the rest of us fight like dogs over the scraps. Since there were 5 of us guys, I stood a good chance of “going hungry” that night. But on a whim, I did the ballsy-est thing – I went right up the best looking blonde, T. and introduced myself. She seemed to like my moxie and told everyone about a party they were having later that night. She invited us all, then left.

    OK, srsly she was an “8” in most guys’ books, a blonde surfer girl, wild long tangle of hair down to her ass, and impulsive and very verbally playful. She was also “out of my league” at 21 (because she could buy alcohol).

    The then- Alpha male “P.” made a big show of acting tired (yawning and stretching) and calling it a night. One by one they all peeled away, nobody had plans. What the hell??? We all split up and went home. It was about 11pm. I said “screw that noise!” I went to the party. Sonofabitch P.’s truck was in that driveway! I parked and went in. Low key party, small talk about music (whether or not George Michael was gay) (I called it years before the WeHo bathroom incident) BS’ed with this surfer girl T. I got her number and we agreed to hang out sometime.

    For my act of defiance, I was shunned by “P.” forevermore, but I didn’t care. One of those moments where I would rather row my own hoe than take orders from another, who proved what his agenda was by showing up at the party after pretending to be sick/tired.

    Anyways, I was blinded by her Centerfold looks. One Sunday night on her couch watching a movie, I made a play for her, she pushed me away when I tried to kiss her. I told her I liked her and I wanted to date, but she was full of excuses ‘why it was better I just be a friend right now’, complete with tears in her eyes. I hadn’t yet been schooled how the Friendzone works. She would even show me the artwork her previous boyfriend did of her (pencil / charcoal drawings). I’m sure along the way I bought her a couple meals and took her shopping, and she would do ‘outrageous’ things like buy condoms right in front of me. Later back at her place, I’d shyly joke if the condoms were for me? “No they were NOT” she would say, but could I help I her move? (I think I did this TWICE). You know, free back-breaking work MOVING her bed was the closest I could get to BEING in her bed…

    We talked on phone every night she didn’t have a date with some other dude. I was wasting my time with her, when I should have been looking for someone ’emotionally available’. There’s no doubt we became ‘whatever friends’, I’m sure I met her cat and her dad and her “stepMonster”, and once I humiliated myself by telling the guys I’d bring her to say ‘bowling night” and then she’d flake.

    I guess the worse thing I did, was when her car broke down. I asked her if she could borrow money from her dad to fix it, she said NO. But she asked me if I could give her a ride to work. I said sure, no problem. Stop and think about this for a minute, what an awful commitment this is to be someone’s free taxi. Get up at 5am, drive to her place at 6am, drop her off at HER work at 7am. By the time I plopped my butt down in my first jr college class I’d been awake for hours, and she of course wanted be to picked up at the end of the day for the ride home. I was still no closer to getting in her panties than the night I met her.

    Yeah so, I’m embarassed how long that situation went on. She was a pretty girl so it didn’t take her long to find another guy “her age” since I was “just a kid”. Though I had a car and a job and was going to college. She “dumped me” by hanging up on me when I called the first night her new boyfriend came over.

    At least I didn’t have to be her taxi no more.

    • Alex Ding says:

      Holy crap! Thanks for sharing your story.

      I think almost all guys went through what you went through … being there for the “special” girl only to be used in the process.

      At least you made the transition. Some guys are still stick on “the one.”


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