Childhood crushes

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.