Maybe reading about a hot high school romance has gotten me thinking back to the good old days. Back to the time when Girbaud jeans (especially if you did the peg and roll) were "it"...when hair stood a little higher...when the social life was the only life.
Ah....the days of youth and carefree livin'.
I had a tendency in high school to develop serious attachments to boys I hardly knew...or at least boys that I knew were a total impossibility.
Take for example...my sophomore year crush. He was a senior, the quarterback and captain of the football team, in my Spanish class and he was also the brother of a girl who only a year earlier had been engaged to my brother before they broke it off. Did I mention he had a girlfriend who went to another school? Yes...this was an impossible relationship and instead of being able to be friends with him...I made him into someone who I could not talk to without a serious amount of blushing - not a pretty sight.
But...the real high school crush developed sometime in my Junior year. I have no idea what attracted me to him in the first place. Sure...he was a cutie and nice and popular, but so were a lot of other boys in high school. Why him? I guess he was just in the right place at the right time...luck him!
Seriously...this was the crush that wouldn't die. I totally believed myself in love with him - yet, I couldn't talk to him (have I ever mentioned that I'm a wee bit shy?). I flushed at the slightest glimpse of him through the day and when we were both in Madrigals (an audition singing group) our Senior year...I hoped and dreaded that we would be partners. I dreaded it because I had no idea how I would ever be able to converse or sing or anything in his beautiful presence. I hoped for it because then...he would, of course, realize how lovely I was - despite my braces and poofy hair - and fall as deeply in love with me as I was with him and then we would be inseparable and live together happily ever after. But alas...it was not to be. He and I were not partners and he dropped the group all together after the first semester. Of course he knew who I was...he said "Hi" to me and all that kind of acquaintance stuff. On occasion he even flirted with me - I think just to see what I would do because I was such an obvious admirer.
I wouldn't say I stalked him...but his house was definitely on the "cruise route" that I took with the girls on the weekends. Every girls choice that came around...I made my plans. I would ask him to the dance so early nobody else would have even thought of it yet and I would finally be with him. Somehow...I always lost my nerve.
At one point...one of my bolder friends (who happened to be a guy) said to him...'Hey, why don't you just ask Leslie out so she can get over it.' Severe mortification ensued thus making it even more difficult to get the nerve to talk to him. By the end of my Senior year...I had had no dates with Mr. Crush...and I had also made it impossible for us to be friends. I still think if he ever saw me again...he'd be very afraid of me. I think I saw a hint of trepidation behind his blue eyes the last time I saw him (about 10 years ago).
Now...all these many years later (*ahem*)...I ask myself what in the world was the matter with me! Then I remember...Oh, yeah...I was in high school. I think that I personally fed on that kind of impossible realtionship because I really didn't want to get hurt by having a real relationship (a problem that persisted for many years *ahem*). It's just too bad I missed out on being friends with those guys instead of making them visibly shake at the thought of having to encounter me again someday.
Let me say now...oh, boys who were once victims of my crazy crushes...you have nothing to fear! I don't like you anymore. I got me a hottie of a husband who I adore. You need not think I still have a thing for you. You were cute in your day...but I found something better. Now...can we finally be friends?
So...let's hear about your high school crush.