Monday, August 18, 2008

Aside from the Obvious Han Solo and Danny Zuko there were Other Childhood Crushes

Next door lives a twelve year old girl and on Saturday that twelve year old girl celebrated her twelfth birthday. A party that involved volleyball and an inflatable water slide in their backyard. And a slew of bathing suit clad twelve year old...girls. On our street live three seventh grade boys. And those seventh grade boys spent the afternoon playing basketball on the cul-de-sac. And when I say playing basketball I mean absentmindedly dribbling the ball while stealing glances and shooting baskets when they thought the girls were watching. They were all what I like to call: cute. Two days into the new school year and suddenly the girls are less: yucky.

When I was their age I had a thing for the guy that stocked the dairy case in the local grocery store. He was tall, dark haired, and handsome. And buff. And the quarterback for the local high school. And a senior. So, like, can you blame me and stuff? I always knew when he was working because I'd spot his car in the parking lot. He drove one of these:



Only made considerably more hideous by the bright lime green color. It was a beacon in the sea of Ford Pintos and Oldsmobile Cutlasses. My mother was a sport and let me be in charge of collecting the milk, eggs, and store brand individually sliced cheese; which in my pre-teen angsty state was almost more than I could bear. I mean, we couldn't afford the Kraft individually wrapped American cheese and it was just so obvious. I would use this opportunity to stutter at him and turn eight shades of purple. Because there's nothing a handsome high school senior quarterback likes more than a blotchy twelve year old with a speech impediment. Am I right? I'm sure he thought I was cute. Like a puppy. A puppy with a great rack. My admiration for him was elevated when he was promoted to checker. I am a girl who likes a man with ambition, after all.

Being a fickle twelve year old, I also developed a humongous crush on the nephew of the owner of the local pizzeria. He was a lovely brand of Italian. Except he was twenty three. This didn't bother me. I imagined this not to be an obstacle, naturally. Also he flew one of these:


And because we were friends of the owners of the local pizzeria my mother allowed me to go for a ride (a fly? a flight? whatever). This crush ended abruptly when it was discovered that he sort of had a thing for my mom. To her credit, she was 33 and kinda hot. [Paging Dr. Freud and/or Shakespeare]

How about you? Admit your first crush? And please Jesus God don't say it was your spouse because I'll know you're lying and I'd hate to be the one to tell you that your pants are on fire. Unless you met them when you were like ten.


**photos from Google images

39 comments:

Backpacking Dad said...

5th-8th grade, the same girl, 2 different schools.

Met her again at university 5 years later, lived in the same dorms.

Met her again on Facebook 11 years after that.

Wrote about it.

Karen said...

I DID meet my spouse when we were like 10. Had one of my first crushes on him. Then proceeded to crush on and date many, many other boys. Met up with hubby and dated after college and got married. Blogged about it even.
Oh and then there was the hot high schooler who worked at the skating rink when I was like 10 too. Too bad that didn't work out, he had great hair!

Jan said...

My first crush was in the 8th grade, a boy who played the trombone in the band (I played the clarinet) and the violin in the orchestra. His name was Darwin.

Would you be surprised if I told you he's now a gay antique dealer? I didn't think so.

calicobebop said...

3rd grade - 8th grade it was boy named Lance. He played trumpet in the band and sat across from me in Science class. I was never able to talk to him without my entire face turning red. When we went to highschool I never really saw much of him. Oh well, I wonder what he's up to now? hmmm...

Moi said...

2nd grade. His name was Jimmy, and he was beautiful.

Then we moved, and I was crushed. Until I met Paul.

Allie said...

I can't remember his name, so I will move on to someone I do remember. Sylvester Stallone. Who cares that I was like 4 years old? I guess you could say I had a thing for older, attractive, buff men. I never went through the cootie stage, I always really liked boys.

Indy said...

I had so many crushes. There was the popular boy named Derek. All of the girls liked him. We rode bikes together but he had a crush on my neighbor. I also liked Luke Skywalker and Richie Cunningham. Great question!

Indy said...

I had so many crushes. There was the popular boy named Derek. All of the girls liked him. We rode bikes together but he had a crush on my neighbor. I also liked Luke Skywalker and Richie Cunningham. Great question!

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

It was a really popular guy named Doug. I was thrilled when he accepted an invitation to my 13th birthday party. I was less thrilled when he brought his girlfriend from another school. Sigh.

Amy Amy Bo Bamey said...

My first crush was Joey McIntyre from New Kids on the Block. I had my room plastered with posters and Bop magazine pictures. I had everything NKOTB.

I am going to see their concert Oct 8th.

I will be the lunatic holding my glittered sign that reads "Joey, Will You Marry Me" I am sure my husband won't mind!

smalltownmom said...

But it WAS my spouse. We went to the same school since 3rd grade. Sometime in early jr high, he was our paperboy. I would be totally embarassed and flustered when he came around collecting.

Timi said...

OH LORD! I had a different one every week! My first was working in the strawberry fields. Yes, in the 70's we farm kids were forced to work instead of going to day care or lounging by the pool. Anyway....I'm not bitter........my first crush was on an older boy who picked 10 flats of berries a day. He was blonde, blue eyed and a berry picking machine!
Then I had a crush on the guy who laid in his rows and smoked all day. I LOVED HIM! He was 13 with a mustache and a bad ass!
Then I had a crush on the guy who milked cows for one of the near by dairy farmers. I would cruise by and see him out working, make a little eye contact and dream of talking to him!
What happen to my crushes........Berry Picking Machine....I don't know.........The guy I loved who smoked in his rows....sad sad story that ends with him spending some time in a mental hospital, the milker.......FREAKIN MILLIONAIR!
Have a great day
Timi

Andrea's Sweet Life said...

Goodness, my first crush was a guy name Mario Ponticcello, in the 3rd grade. I was new in school/town, and I didn't realize that ALL the girls had crushes on him. A boy named Mike had a crush on ME, and I made up a song about it:

"Mikes OK, but not as good as Mario-o-o-o." I SO do not miss being that age.

apathetic bliss said...

ooohhhh which one to choose?.....the skateboarder with rips in every possible place of his bleached jeans, Misfits tshirt, dyed black hair that hung in his eyes....man he was hot!

Dr. Mom said...

This is so going to date me. The Hardy Boys, either one. However, if I had to choose it would be Shaun Cassidy. I think I also had a poster of Leif Garrett and Donny Osmond. I even had a Donny Osmond barbie with the classic purple outfit. Those were the days...

hulagirlatheart said...

My distant cousin Kevin who lived two states away but visited his grandparents in my hometown every summer. He was worldy and dangerous with his curse words and bottle rockets, the first of many "bad boys" who would catch my eye for years to come. Oh, I do so love a bad boy.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

My spouse? Pfffft!

I have had so many first crushes, I can't remember all of them.

Here's one: The paperboy. Serious crush. He was a classmate in 5th grade. Every 5th grade girl has a serious crush. He moved away. *sigh* He came back in high school. He kissed me and nearly sucked off my face. Crush over.

Your Pal Pinki said...

First grade-ish, Lance and Matt. I didn't really like either of them, but they thought it was a competition to win my affections. Their moms totally encouraged gift giving and flowers and candy and everything. I went along with it.
In Junior high...this post is turning into a blog post, I'll finish it on my page...
Thanks for getting me going, Tootsie!

Marmarbug said...

I can't recall my very first crush but I had several. And they were all older. Casue I am hooch like that.

Undomestic Diva said...

Well, I did meet Candy Ass when I was 15...

But gawd, I don't even like him some days, and he surely wasn't my first...crush.

My first crush was in Kindergarten, along with my first kiss, naturally. Because that's how we So. Cal girl's roll... early on.

Swirl Girl said...

I carried David S's comb in my back pocket for, like , two years! He had great hair. Kind of longish, a la Peter Tork (the Monkees) and was from the cool side of town.

I heart him still.

oh yeah- i was in 4th grade!

Adrenalynn said...

Aside from loving Peter Pan with all my heart (yes, Disney. Yes, I was like 10. I wanted to fly away with him and have his babies.), I had a few long lasting crushes on some of my friends' older brothers. Especially if they had "long" hair and played the guitar. I would hang around their room and try to flirt and make them play something while my friends were wondering why it took me so long to get back from the bathroom. Good times.

Manic Mommy said...

We lived in the middle house between two high school boys when we were in grade school. My sister loved David and I loved Paul. And horror of horrors! My parents occasionally had them babysit for us!

I flirted outrageously with David at Paul's wedding and eventually we all settled into being 'family friends'. I would definitely add them to my "list of people I should have slept with."

Nora Bee said...

Hey, I made out with a lot of guys who drove that car.

First crush was Steve in 2nd grade. If that counts. First within-puberty crush was CB, who smelled like cigarette smoke and stole cars. Yum.

HappyHourSue said...

OMG my best friend's older brother Bobby. White painter's pants . White clogs. (? Seriously) Black feathered hair.Probably didn't know I existed. SIGH.

Laura said...

First crush - Bill - 5th grade. He gave me his boy scout ID bracelet. I think it was passed to me in class wrapped in a piece of paper. He was so "yesterday" when Tommy came along in the 6th grade. He gave me a store bought valentine. How can you not love a guy who spends money on you!

Stacey said...

A guy in a McDonalds commercial. The way he handled those buns....
First real life one was a guy my Dad played cricket with. I was about 12, he was about 22. I was mortified to discover that everyone knew I had a crush on him. I never have been subtle.

Eve Grey said...

My first crushes were mostly fictional: Mary Jane from Spiderman, Charles Ingalls, Chachi...I do remember in Grade 1 though I loved this Gr. 4, Mike Code who lived up the street. I was such a slut!

Marcy - The Glamorous Life! said...

What is wrong with me? i can't remember a crush like that. Like an unobtainable crush....

I must be screwed up. Or I blocked it from memory

Amy said...

I did meet my husband when I was 14 but he definitely wasn't my first crush....

It had to of been 2nd grade - Corey. We kissed under the sliding board on the playground!

Angie @ KEEP BELIEVING said...

I'm not paging Dr. Freud or Shakespeare, I'm paging Woody Allen.

My first crushes were always my cousins boyfriends. I would flirt with them, too. What a bitch I was. And such a threat with my non-menstruating, non-bossomed 4 foot 9 body.

KEEP BELIEVING

Mrs. G. said...

Peter Petriccini-his parents owned the skating rink. We couples skated to Journey songs.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

His name was Matt West, he had a buzz cut and brown eyes and I met him in 3rd grade when we moved to Wyoming. I heard he is now a high school English teacher in the same town. It could've totally worked out. *sigh*

Mama Dawg said...

1st grade (yes, I can remember back that far and yes, it's true)...the little red-haired boy (flahses of Charlie Brown-esqe admiration) named Chipper McMahon. Yes, I had other boyfriends in the meantime (as I got older, not in the first grade) but it took until my 7th grade year to get over him.

The Girl Next Door said...

First crush - jackie larese - we made out behind his bushes. We were 5. no I am not kidding. Kissing at 5 (oh goodness, no tongues, please people! We waited til we were 14 for that and it grossed me out). He grew up to look like a hot James Gardner and left me far, far behind....

g said...

A kid named Jon who sat behind me in 6th grade. It was Not To Be - we moved to another state in 7th grade. But after that, many real and fictional crushes - real - Scott who was one year ahead of me in high school. He was best friends with a guy named George who my bestfriend had a crush on - she eventually married him.

Fictional - the character Manolito on the TV show "High Chaparral".

binks said...

My first real crush? 5th grade,a boy named Gary. He had some super dope blonde hair with wings. He would sit with me during recess because I had a broken leg. He went to a different middle school and I never saw him again.

I got over it quickly with 20 million Leif Garrett pictures plastered all over my walls.

Whew, what a relief THAT didn't work out.

blissfullycaffeinated said...

Kenny Searcy, if you are by any chance reading this, please look away now.

First celeb crush: Ricky Schroeder. The Ricker.

Loved Silver Spoons, loved Ricky. Still love him and enjoy it immensely when he turns up on TV. I also had a Kirk Cameron poster and I lusted after John Taylor from Duran Duran.

In real life my first serious crush was Kenny Searcy, starting the summer before 8th grade and lasting most of the school year.

I actually did meet my husband in
7th grade, and did crush on him a bit, but I wouldn't have believed it if someone had told me then we would end up married someday.

Crazy life.

Colleen said...

I was a 6th grader and he was an 8th grader on my bus route. He smiled at me once and that's all I needed. I had "I <3 Joel" all over my notebooks and brown-paper covered textbooks. When we switched churches, I found out he went there as well. I never got the nerve to speak to him...I just mooned over him night and day. The one time he actually said something in my direction I turned bright red and nearly hyperventilated.