I'm Pretty Sure This Means He'll End Up In Jail Someday. Or I Will.
It was a brown marker. It was just a simple brown marker, the color of the last of the fall leaves, but I thought it was a sign. That marker along with the little note that I found hidden in my desk had to mean something.
They had to mean that Clint liked me back.
He was my first crush. Just a stupid little second grade crush. It was the kind of crush that means nothing and goes nowhere and we moved at the end of the school year anyway, so really, it didn't matter.
Why I remember that brown marker and that note (It said "Hi." SO SCANDALOUS.), I don't know. I can't remember to buy spinach when I go to the grocery store, but I can perfectly picture that stupid brown marker. You know, the marker that so obviously meant he liked me back.
Years later, word travelled around that Clint had managed to land himself in jail before he managed to graduate from high school. I would consider him a victim of circumstances, but we grew up battling very similar circumstances, so I suppose there is some choice and some luck in there.
Regardless, my first crush was in the second grade. It was all about Clint, the future car thief.
I had really outstanding taste in boys when I was a kid.
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Alexis is officially head over heels silly for a boy for the first time. She's always in a hurry to grow up, so it's not really a surprise that she couldn't even make it to kindergarten before she turned into a gushy little twinkle-eyed ball of mush.
She spends hours looking at pictures of the boy. She talks about him constantly. She even made a video using my phone which she dedicated to him.
It's nauseating. Like, really, really nauseating.
The lowest moment of her crush so far came late last week when she said, "I wish he'd break up with Selena so he can be my boyfriend." I told her that wasn't exactly a nice thing to say, but she didn't care. She likes the boy.
OF COURSE her first crush is on Justin Bieber. OF COURSE. She's completely smitten with him, or at least she's completely smitten with the image of him that she has created in her mind.
That thing where I had really bad taste in boys when I was a kid? It's apparently hereditary.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Reader Comments (11)
Yikes. Good luck with that.
bwhahahahahaha! it only gets worse! At least the Howler's first crush was actually a boy. a real boy, and one she actually knew.
and I promise to stop rolling my eyes at BTR.
My dad was THRILLED when I was crushing on Joey from NKOTB when I was in high school. He figured Joey was the PERFECT crush because we would never meet andmy dad would never have to have nightmares of us dating. HA! Great way to look at it! Kept me away from all the crazy hormonal high school boys for a bit too.
Maybe Alexis can hang on to that crush a bit longer. ;)
oh my. Thankful that this has not yet happened in our house. Though one day a few months ago, she changed her shirt before going outside and I commented on how cute it was, and she said 'Yeah! [insert neighbor boy's name here] will like it too!' Prrreeeetty sure Dan's head exploded.
haha! Oh no! I guess it's no worse than my EXTREME LOVE of Donnie Wahlberg when I was a kid!
My first crush (from fourth grade, I must have been a late bloomer...) commited suicide a couple of years ago leaving behind a wife and two small daughters. It was awful. And it made me think about life's different paths.
LOL. Great... I just had a conversation with my mom the other day about how I dodged a few bullets by not ending up with any of my school girl crushes. Here's hoping FireGirl's young loves do a little better in life!
My first crush? I ended up dating in high school. Into college. And he was a nice boy. But we weren't a good match. Not in a bad-clashing way. But in the way that he couldn't match my -- uh -- big personality.
Now the guys I dated in college? Ouch.
loving that picture. and that you were given a girl who adores someone who graces the covers of tennie bopper magazines. just cracking me up.
It might just be a Clint thing. When I was in high school I had a massive crush on a very shy football player named Clint. So massive that I somehow talked him into lending me his class ring, which I wore on a chain around my neck 1950s style, until he asked for it back to give to a girl he was actually dating (and ultimately married). Fast forward 10 years and I'm working at a newspaper, a story ends up in my queue and there he is! Busted for ... Wait for it ... PICKING UP A HOOKER ... it gets better ... WITH HIS KID IN THE CAR! Guess I dodged a bullet there.
And about celebrity crushes - I have loved and will always love Jon Knight from NKOTB. I saw them when I was 13 and again when I was 31. I made the pilgrimage to Vegas pregnant and half dead with morning sickness because I COULD NOT miss it. I wear the overpriced zip-up jacket with pride, much to the embarrassment of my husband.
I thought she liked Sidney Crosby? In which case, she has excellent taste in men.