I got tagged by Erin to write about my childhood crushes. I wonder if I have to do them in order.
I had a crush on someone, at least one someone, every year of school. Andrew in Kindergarten, I think. In 4th grade, one of my crushes was on Anthony Oshevsky. I used to sit in his desk chair with him. We had such skinny butts then that two of us could fit in the chair of his child-sized desk.
I also had a crush on my 4th grade teacher, Mr. Sharpe. I think is name was Robert Sharpe. It was his first year teaching, he was young and cute and friendly and nice. I did NOT have a crush on my 6th grade teacher, Mr. Armstrong, who let us play the whole year. He was nice but too old to have a crush on. He was a grownup. A grownup who liked to play.
One of my most embarrassing crushes was on Mike Sullivan. My best friend, Dot, had a crush on him too. We used to ride our bikes back and forth in front of his house for hours at a time every day. How uncool. He was really cute. He had a buzz cut. All the boys did, then. Blue eyes, a roundish face. And a sort of hip swagger. I don't think he ever once looked my way.
Then, worse yet, I had a crush on Gary Sommers. He was a friend of Mike Sullivan's, and he was mean to me. He called me Horsehair. I wore my hair in braids, and that was very uncool. He was so persistent about it that Mike Sullivan and all his friends and finally everyone started calling me that. I hated him for it, but I STILL had a crush on him. He was a year ahead of me in school so I only saw him at the bus stop. And on the bus, where he would pull my hair and throw things at me.
My most recent crush, before I met Keith, as an adult was on Bill H. I still think he is really cute. But not as cute as Keith. It's nice to actually have a real man to love.