Crushing on..and on..and..

Crushing On and on and on and……

A boy you had a crush on..and where is he now?  From Mama Kat weekly challenge.

Well the title says it all pretty much.  I am a crusher.  Falling madly and deeply for ever, or til the end, which ever comes first.  I do believe that earlier crushes stay with us, probably because of the purity of the young.

My very first love was Keith Evans who lived next door.  He was six and I had just turned five.  Of course it was an unrequited love as he had more important issues, like sports, hanging with the guys, being all macho like.  I doubt he was aware of my adulation and I mostly gazed from afar as he was friends with my brothers.  Dark hair, cute face – just perfect- having met my short list of requirements which included proximity.  

I was set to start kindergarten that Sept and imagine my surprise when our mothers arranged for him to walk me to school on that first day.  Mom gave him a letter I had to take to the school and he manfully put it in his coat pocket to give to the principal.  Walking beside him I felt like the luckiest girl in the world so I found myself strutting enjoying the fact that I was with a prince.  Of course it was only for the first day.  After that I was on my own.  He returned to the mass of developing testosterone that defined my brother’s world.   But it was a moment.

Then soon after he moved away.  Well just not him, the whole family.

  I missed him about five minutes because a new family moved in, and my attention diverted on a dime to Ronnie Ahrens.  Again it was unnoticed and unrequited. But now hehe I was older so tried to fit into their world, still on the outskirts but started to get involved in their games.  Always the last chosen for baseball teams,…,me not him..probably because I ran from every ball that flew my way… and was made to wait in the ice rink side for hockey. 

I even forced myself to jump off the high diving board, one summer to impress him and scared myself half to death but once up there nothing would make me turn around and crawl down those steps.  I have no idea if he even noticed as I was busy preparing myself to meet my maker. Oh and it was a fine display of a belly flop so I felt the pain much longer than the fear of heights.

There was one god like creature who lived at the end of the street.  His sister was my friend Mary.  First off he would actually talk to me as his straddled his bike…Mr. Cool.  He was blond, blue eyed, lean, athletic and he had the first pair of white bucks in the neighborhood.  For those of you not sure of the immense impact white bucks had you will have to google them and Pat Boone.

Perfection I tell you! Just getting all warm just thinking of..wait for the heavenly music,,,tada….Peter Lang!  Even his name was perfect.  This crush lasted a long long time.

I got up the nerve to ask him to my grade eight Sadie Hawkins dance which he accepted…I think cause his mom made him…and I was so nervous I have no idea what he thought of it, and never will know thank goodness.

The funny thing is that when I was in high school he started asking me out.  A lot.  But I was going steady and having been raised right ..you know, morals and everything, I could not accept.  A few years later he was getting ready to go off teaching and me to nursing when we ran into each other, back on our home street.  I was getting married…he was getting married..but not to each other….sigh!

Within two years both our well thought out marriages failed and we each moved onto other spouses and had families.   I saw him only once after that, in a park, each of us with spouse and children.

And that was the last I saw of him.  I heard he had moved up north some where.  But now and then my mind wanders………and somewhere in the back of that thought, Pat Boone croons and I stand there..this geeky kid..I swoon!

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28 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Tracy
    May 05, 2011 @ 21:52:49

    Young crushes are so pure. I always swooned over red-headed boys. There weren’t too many of them out there…especially cute ones. Lucky for me I found one at 17 that made good marriage material at 26 and remains a great husband at 40. I’m hoping that crush lasts a lifetime.

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  2. amblerangel
    May 05, 2011 @ 21:41:34

    I think I have a crush on Peter Lang… Where did you say he lives?

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  3. Chatter Master
    May 05, 2011 @ 20:19:02

    I NEVER had or would have the courage to ask a boy to the Sadie Hawkins dance!!!! I am SO enamored of your courage!!!! I enjoyed your trip back through your crushes. Doesn’t it make you wonder who is wondering about you???? :)

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  4. Jessica
    May 05, 2011 @ 19:48:40

    Funny how your crush on the first boy only lasted for 5 minutes until you saw a different boy.

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  5. fribnit
    May 05, 2011 @ 15:28:46

    Beautiful. Brings to mind Patty and first grade………

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  6. Julie
    May 05, 2011 @ 13:35:11

    I loved your post, and your honesty. I have never been able to talk openly about my crushes.

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  7. Joss
    May 05, 2011 @ 13:29:10

    thoroughly enjoyed reading this. brought a big smile to a grey rainy day.

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  8. JDaniel4's Mom
    May 05, 2011 @ 13:27:23

    What a wonderful memory! I remember Pat Boone had white bucks.

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  9. Stephanie
    May 05, 2011 @ 12:06:51

    This is beautiful! I can just see you (even though I don’t know what you look like), strutting next to Keith on your way to school. Crushes are so much fun, at any age!

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  10. justaphillygirl
    May 05, 2011 @ 11:42:13

    What a wonderful set of memories to hold onto. Long live the childhood crush!

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  11. The Good Greatsby
    May 05, 2011 @ 11:34:50

    I think these childhood crushes seem so perfect because nothing ever happened. They were never spoiled by reality and will always exist in perfection.
    Great post.

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  12. Paulette
    May 05, 2011 @ 11:28:43

    Such a lovely walk down crush memory lane. =)

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  13. cassiebehle
    May 05, 2011 @ 11:19:25

    We never had a Sadie Hawkins dance at school, not that I would have the courage to ask a guy out (even now), but it sounds like fun. Great post – brought back memories of my own silly neighborhood crushes (which did not at all involve binoculars…cough, cough…)! :)

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  14. accidentalstepmom
    May 05, 2011 @ 09:47:37

    Love this post! I remember white bucks. My Dad had a pair. Strangely, I did a one-off gig with Pat Boone when he came through Phoenix about 12 years ago. Still had the voice! I remember my first crush was Jeremy Langston, in kindergarten, and I used to try to stake him out at nap time so I could lay my mat near his. I think about that now and I can’t believe they didn’t separate boy and girls for nap time!

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  15. officeoddities
    May 05, 2011 @ 05:11:48

    This is so lovely. For some reason, I imagined bucks to be some type of cowboy boots. They are not- To Google it was good advice.

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