In preschool there was John Boston. Oh how we were in love. So much so that I even named my goldfish after him. You know you've really got something special when you name a goldfish after someone.
In Kindergarten there was Luke. He was pretty much just a fling. He lived across the street and our moms caught us playing doctor in my living room one afternoon. The thrill was gone after we had to explain to our dads what we had done. That'll kill a romance quick.
In 2nd grade there was Tony Sewell. He professed his love to me one day before lunch and I checked the 'yes' box admitting to loving him too. Too bad we ended up in a lover's food fight throwing corn at one another and both sent home with pink slips to mom. Hey, he started it! We weren't allowed to have pudding on Friday as our punishment. He was dumped the next week. A girl's gotta have her Friday pudding!
Buddy Funk was my crush in the 5th grade. He lived in the next neighborhood over and rode my school bus. All of the girls would go over to his house after school to see if he wanted to come ride bikes and play girls chase boys. Good thing he was a little hottie. He had to be with that name! Wonder where he is today? (Buddy, call me)
In middle school, no one else would do but Jason Griffin. Boy, I was smitten. He hugged my teddy bear that I brought in for a school project and left his cheap cologne smell on it. I slept and sniffed that thing for weeks thereafter. Probably had a bald spot on it's neck where all of the fur fibers were inhaled in my nose. I think he's in jail now. Good thing we didn't work out.
As a high schooler, I was a stalker, I mean, a sucker for Bart Meehan. It was the stereotypical story: He was a senior, I was a freshman. He was smart and tall and handsome and didn't have a clue who I was. I had braces and glasses and I changed the way I'd walk to class just to pass him in the hallway and stare. On yearbook signing day, I finally worked up enough nerve to get him to sign my yearbook. My friend Annie took our picture from afar while I was standing next to him to capture what I had hoped to be a budding romance. I was really smooth and wrote, "have fun in collage." I later realized he was going to college, not collage. Doh! Smart one, Kara, really smart. We might be together today if only I knew how to spell college under pressure.
Speaking of college, I'm going to skip over my days in college because in all honesty, it's all a bit fuzzy anyway. I think there were 2 Ryans and a Shawn in the mix. Stories for another time.
At any rate, I'm looking forward to who's next in my lottery of love.
3 comments:
How can you remember all of these people's names?? Although I can remember the name of my first crush.. She hated me cause I followed her around all the time smiling like some dumb ass. I was in 2nd grade I think. Women surprise me with their uncanny memory.
Girls remember because they spend a good majority of their time writing their crushes/boyfriend's name with a heart around it in the margin of their paper. Or on their trapperkeeper(do they have those anymore?) Or the girl's first name with his last name. Or Mrs. So in So. etc. You write it enough times, you'll remember.
They definitely don't make the Trapper Keeper anymore, at least not in the form that we remeber it from our childhood. It is a sad thing, really, that the poor children of today do not get enjoy some of the great things about our youth.
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