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Confidence and Success => Relationships/Dating => Topic started by: Tyler on February 08, 2008, 01:43:34 AM
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Do you still remember the first person you had a crush on? Do you still talk to that person?
Due to social networking, I recently got back into touch with the girl, now woman, that was my childhood crush. I'm over it now, especially being married to the love of my life, but I found it kind of funny that we're back in touch. Do any of you have similar experiences where you still run into or talk to your childhood crush?
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Do you still remember the first person you had a crush on? Do you still talk to that person?
Due to social networking, I recently got back into touch with the girl, now woman, that was my childhood crush. I'm over it now, especially being married to the love of my life, but I found it kind of funny that we're back in touch. Do any of you have similar experiences where you still run into or talk to your childhood crush?
tyler... yes i remember my 1st crush like it was yesterday. however... i haven't seen her since elementary school. so...tyler how is the girl u had a crush on? is she married?
WARHAWK O0
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Do you still remember the first person you had a crush on? Do you still talk to that person?
Due to social networking, I recently got back into touch with the girl, now woman, that was my childhood crush. I'm over it now, especially being married to the love of my life, but I found it kind of funny that we're back in touch. Do any of you have similar experiences where you still run into or talk to your childhood crush?
tyler... yes i remember my 1st crush like it was yesterday. however... i haven't seen her since elementary school. so...tyler how is the girl u had a crush on? is she married?
WARHAWK O0
Yeah, she's also married and is now a doctor. The last time I saw her was at our 10 year HS reunion, but before that was probably graduation night of HS, though I was way over her by the time I got to HS. I was just cruising my social networks and saw her as one of my friends and it took me back a bit to the elementary school days. Then I thought, "hey, that might be an interesting question for the boards."
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hey chrome domes.... i can't believe that i'm the only one 2 respond 2 this topic. c'mon...your first crush...i know U guys can remember your 1st crush. :@`
WARHAWK O0
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Yeah, I remember, Christy. I haven't seen or talked to her since eigth grade. Funny, I was just thinking about her the other day wondering what she was up to.
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Not sure definition of "crush", but I guess the one that might fit the definition I do keep in contact with.
She's married to a really good guy, has two boys, and a great job. We were better friends than "something more".
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My first crush was in Debbie in the 2nd grade. :@` She had long blonde hair and freckles. That was in 1972 at a DoD school in Lajes Field Azores, Portugaul. I haven't seen her in 38 years, but I remember her like it was yesterday.
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My first "crush" was my high school sweetheart, Barb Sutherland... I chased her for a year before we started dating!
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My first one was Britney. (The famous/used to be hot but is now a disaster Britney wasn't born yet)
It was third grade. I was young, innocent, and with a full mushroom of blonde hair myself.
She had long, straight, flowing blond hair. She sat at a 45 degree angle from me. (1 row over, 2 up) I used to watch her take notes. It was like watching an artist painting a masterpiece the way she drew her "B" for Britney. Then one day, as if by the will of the gods, we were paired up as partners for a classroom assignment. She smelled like sweet, flowery goodness. At one point, she touched my back in a flirty way. It was as if her finger was full of novicane. I felt a warm spot near the part of my back where she touched it and a warm feeling slowly filled my body. I became paralyzed and could not speak. (almost like too much beer) Then, because of my non-reaction, a second flirty touch on my upper back turned the warm feeling into COMPLETE PANIC!
Here was this beautiful creature trying to show her obvious liking of me and all I could do was start sweating and mumble a few words. It came out like "I AHAAHAUUUSMMMD FHDISDAKLF ASDDADSFLJA SDGGAS too?"
Needless to say I couldn't even bring myself to buy her chocolate milk in the caff.
Throughout my school years, I would see Britney again. I had the pleasure of having her in my science class in 7th grade. I had earned a few stripes by then, but was in no way the stud-muffin with raisins that I am today. So I was able to talk and flirt with her but it never went beyond classroom doors.
By high school she was a complete knockout and had about 457 and 1/2 guys chasing her. She settled on a guy with a very short crew cut (military buzz) and stayed with him for the last two years of high school. Maybe that's why I shaved my head only a few short years after. But I digress........
Here's were fate was cruel. Her boyfriend was my arch enemy. He was a star football player and the fastest person on the track team. I was the second fastest runner...second to him. I wanted to beat him so bad, but never could. It was like racing Hermes himself (the Greek god with wings on his shoes for those having a few cocktails) This guy actually had wings on his shoes!
So what ever happened to Britney? Well spring of senior year we were playing flag football in gym. (I was lucky enough to have gym with her.) Anyway, I dominated the game with my speed. I even had a nickname.."THE CLAW" because I could grab the flag off anyone before they ever scored. Britney, in her wonderful gym shorts of deliciousness, said to me one day in June, as I had clutched a flag in my hand making our team 8 and 0, and ending the school year, "Noner you are awesome, you should have played football." Those were the last words I ever heard form her.
Now I've had many Lay-days in my life, but still, when I see a small green flag hanging off of a rope belt, I always think of her.
Thank you and goodnight!
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My first crush ended up being my neighbor right after i got married. Never really seen her much throughout my school years as she ended up going to a different school. She had only lived next door to me for about 2 months. It was a week before Christmas and she had her two sons with her....i would say ages would have been 3 and 5...anyways she was on her way back from christmas shopping and she rounded a curve and a car was on the wrong side of the road and hit her head on. Her children, herself and the driver of the other vehicle didnt survive the accident. To see something like that happen is just terrible. She was a great person and my wife even started to buddy up with her....jokes were always made about me having a crush on her...cause i ended up actually so called dated her. If you wanna say 4th graders dated...she was my girlfriend. What was funny was that she still had this cheapo bubble gum machine necklace that I gave her. Her mother found it in her scrap books when they were cleaning out her stuff.
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Wow Noner...lol...ummm that started out like something I would read in penthouse magazine. lol
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LMAO, Noner!!!
Funny :*)), poetic ^-^, heart warming :@`, and retrospective 8) all at the same time.
You should write for Hallmark. @^t
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noner....that was an awesome story. i gotta agree with schro in that U should write 4 hallmark. ;D O0
WARHAWK O0
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My first crush started in 7th grade and lasted all the way up to senior year. Sudie :@`.....Never had the guts to ask her out, she was out of my league somewhat.
Last I heard, She was living in Columbus as a teacher
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Mine is in prison, turned out to be a drug dealer, was a straight A, Valedictorian, sports jock in HS. What a shame.
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My first crush is hard to say. True Story- My mom was called to a conference with my kindergarten teacher and she told her she had to talk with me about taking the girls behind the bushes outside... I was early >:D
The first name that comes to my mind that made a impression was Teressa, that was in 3rd grade I think. Hmmm, wonder what she's doing right now >:D
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Just to add this topic....two of the girls I dated are actually really good friends of ours now. It is kinda weird because one of them i had sex with ...the other one was like ..im saving myself. But the one Susan, she ended up dating one of my best friends and getting married to him and she is really cool and all but it just really seems uncomfortable more so for my wife I think knowing that we had "Relations" lol.. is anyone else in that sort of situation?
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The one that's kind of stayed with me was a girl I dated in high school. We met through a church connection and became really good friends. We used to write letters to each other (this was way before email), and talk on the phone quite a bit. We actually only went out few times. She was a sweet, decent, wonderful girl with a very difficult home life. We started dating seriously, but she broke it off and wouldn't tell me why. I think it had something to do with her situation at home rather than with me, but I'll never know. I've always felt like I let her down somehow.
I saw her a few months later at a concert; we ended up sitting in the same row about 20 feet apart, completely by accident. I kept looking over at her, but when she looked at me, I basically ignored her. I still regret that; I wish I'd at least gone over and talked to her. I really didn't think that I might never see her again. That would have been about 24 years ago. I have no idea what happened to her, but I hope she's happy.
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Spleener ....she was looking over at you in hopes that you would talk to her. She still had the hots for you. Poor girl..cant believe you ignored her like that.
We all have done that from time to time. I see a couple of girls that I dated before in my upper teen years...and i just totally walk the other way. Its funny how some of them you really thought they were hot in highschool and all....but i seen one that I dated Debbie...omg Meth addict ..no teeth skinny....all bones....im like I will never tell my wife I dated her at one time.
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Just to add this topic....two of the girls I dated are actually really good friends of ours now. It is kinda weird because one of them i had sex with ...the other one was like ..im saving myself. But the one Susan, she ended up dating one of my best friends and getting married to him and she is really cool and all but it just really seems uncomfortable more so for my wife I think knowing that we had "Relations" lol.. is anyone else in that sort of situation?
Heres one for ya Timmj, I got engaged and a couple months before I got married my fiance ran into an issue and ended up moving in with me. Shortly after that on a Saturday, I took her car to get something done to it, and when I came home a girl I had dated was sitting in my living room waiting for me to return. She wanted to talk with me in private so we left for a couple of hours >:D and when I returned home my then fiance asked who she was and I stated a good friend from the past. She said she must have been a real good friend, and when I asked why she explained that while I was away she was in the shower, and all of a sudden the door slid open and my "friend" was standing there naked and asked surprisingly where I was at. Then she asked where we went for 2 hours.... funny thing is she said, "I hope she got her fill because in a couple of months your all mine". Go figure.......
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WOW!....my wife would have probably clawed her eyes out...or mine...! LOL
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Tim...that's weird that your crush died in a pretty horrific manner.
My first crush, Robin, was stabbed to death in her home while her two young children slept. It will have been 7 years at this end of this month. They still haven't caught the culprit. She was truly a great person who made some somewhat bad choices early in her adult life. She was 35 upon her death.
:(
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Wow Thunder...thats terrible. Yes my first crush ...it was a tragic accident..more so because of her kids were involved. She really loved her kids alot and she would have done anything for anyone even if it meant giving up for herself. She was a sweet person and will always be remembered.
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My first crush was a girl called Gillian when i was about eight. i remember we got behind a curtain at my birthday party and had a kiss and all the other kids were tryin to keep us trapped behind the curtain! >:D :*))
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you went into the secret closet didnt you Rob...lol. The secret closet is where you go in with your sweetheart and no one will ever know what happened in there...lol
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My first crush in high school was a guy named Tony.He was a couple years older than me and reminded me of David Cassidy. If he saw me sitting in the hallway he would put his hand on top of my head as he passed by.He was a friendly outgoing guy.Now over 30 years later I talked with some one who knows him and they told me he's married. RATS! I would really be curious to see how he looks now.
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Champ, your story reminds me of a similar situation that happened to a close friend of mine.
He was engaged to a girl named Jessie(talk about irony eh?) and they both were big Billy Idol fans.
Well Billy did a tour back in '02 and one of his stops was in Detroit. They both went to it and about 3/4 of the way through the concert, she said she was going to say hi to a girl that she had went to high school with who was there. Well after the show finished, he was out the front of the stadium(Palace of Auburn Hills) and was calling her cell phone, no answer. He assumed,foolheartedly,that she must've caught up with her girlfriend and went out with her, as they only lived 20mins away from the venue, he thought nothing of it.
The next morning, she called him asking for a lift.
Turns out , this girl and her "Girlfriend" had met up with Billy Idols crew and followed them back to the hotel. This bitch actually called from the hotel asking for a ride home.
Needless to say, he never went and picked her up, and never saw her again.
Last I heard, She was working at a Bob Evans in Monroe Michigan.
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Turns out , this girl and her "Girlfriend" had met up with Billy Idols crew and followed them back to the hotel.
Its amazing how many women will sleep with the roadies of a famous musician or band. I guess thats the biggest perk of being a roadie. I should make that my next job >:D
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God i remember her well.... :@`
I fancied her for 4 years and never spoke a word to her :(
She use to sit in front of me on the bus on the way to school and i use to follow see her around school all the time...
The crush as i said lasted 4 years and i often wondered what would have happened if i had the courage to speak to her..I was only 15-19 at the time so its over 10 years ago but you never forget do you...
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First Kiss (By: Me, of course) - I wrote this about 4 or 5 years ago. I have since edited it, but I cannot find the edited copy, so you will have to live with this.
Before I get into the first kiss itself, it is appropriate for me to give you some background information. At the time, I was not very familiar with the opposite sex. I wasn’t just unfamiliar with the females; I was pretty much terrified, petrified, and stupefied of them. The things I was feeling at the time were all new to me. Sarah was my first girlfriend, my first kiss, and my best friend at that time. If my feelings sound corny to you, just try and think back to when you were an inexperienced child on the verge of growing up and hopefully, my story will connect with you.
Sarah. She sure was extravagant. I mean, yeah, she was nice, philosophical, and I guess she had a good enough personality. She wasn’t a genius. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. She sure was beautiful though. Maybe it was simply my infatuation for my first girlfriend talking, but I really did love her. She was the girl that guys wanted to be around, the girl that girls wanted to be. She was mine; not in a monetary or physically overpowering way, but in an I-do-get-jealous-so-please-do-not-mess-with-her sort of way. I was just happy that people knew we were together, and I was never hesitant to show her off.
The final week of summer going into my freshman year of high school was the pivotal summer of my life to that point. In New Bremen, Ohio, there was an annual Bremenfest Picnic in which the majority of the town (and surrounding towns) attended.
I had been going out with Sarah for about three weeks at that time and we had planned to meet at Bremenfest on Saturday. I, of course, was ready. I showered, shaved, and made sure I was looking as darling as a boy of my age and stature could look. I may have had a pimple, but you can’t blame me.
The weather was mild. It was mid-August, so the nights were cool, but not cold enough to make you wear a coat. The Bremenfest was crowded and I was growing more and more nervous. We had planned to meet around six that evening, but it was five after and she was no where to be found. I panicked. Maybe she saw me and hated how I looked and decided to make a run for it; maybe she was hit by a car on the way to Bremenfest and died; maybe she suddenly decided she was a lesbian; maybe she…
“Cory?” a familiar voice behind me asked.
“Oh! Hey Sarah!” I replied, playing it cool.
When she spoke, I thought I heard angels floating above us, but maybe it was those imbecilic, bratty kids laughing and making their parents regret having them. She glided toward me like a millipede missing 998 legs. She was as tall as a five-foot-six-inch tree. Her face was a perfect oval, similar to a round circle that had its two side’s gently pressed by a Thigh Master. She sure did grow on me. She was the tick and I was the half-bred canine.
We didn’t really know what to do. I guess we decided to walk around, because that is what I remember doing. I think that walking around is an American tradition, like fathers that chase their kids around with power tools.
The night wore on. I met some of her friends, and she met some of mine. When I was with her alone, I felt like a god, but I didn’t feel right when we were around other people. The whole scene was eerie, and somewhat surreal, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:30 P.M. instead of 7:00. Over the hour though, I felt more comfortable with them.
Sarah and I wanted to be alone together for a little while.
We decided to take a walk on the Miami-Erie Canal Trail. The Miami-Erie Canal was man-made and built from Toledo to Cincinnati. Walking along the trail provides a great relaxation and an excellent view. On one side of the trail is the canal and the other side is a decent sized woods. The trail also gave us a very fair amount of privacy considering everyone was enjoying themselves too much (read: drinking to intoxication and inebriation) to enjoy an aerobic walk. This didn’t bother us much.
The walk was long. My hands were steadily become clammier and clammier. I couldn’t find a way to dry them off, and I knew that I had to hold her hand on this walk or else it couldn’t really be considered a date. I couldn’t dry my hands on my pants or my shirt because they were sort of damp from nervousness too. I had an idea. It may seem stupid now, but I think it seemed smart at the time.
“What is that?” I inquired rhetorically while pointing at a tree’s leaf that had fallen into the canal. The tiny leaf gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a fourteen-pound iron anchor wouldn’t. Now was the time for me to play my dirty trick.
I leaned in for a quick hug. While hugging, I wiped my hands over the back of her shirt to rid them of the dampness. Bingo!
“What was that?” she asked while looking at me the way a cow looks at an oncoming train.
I had to think fast. Umm…I got it. “I just couldn’t wait to hug you again,” I said with a smile and stunning confidence. I patted myself on the back for a smooth recovery of the situation. That-a-way Cory.
She hugged me again, allowing me to re-dry my hands. This time, while we pulled away, I grabbed Sarah’s hand. Look at those moves!
The trail was becoming darker and darker as we entered the dark woods. I could hardly see the trail ahead of us. We decided that we had walked in this direction long enough and that it we turned around and started walking, we would get closer to where we started. It was very wise of us because had we gone any farther, we would be entering the south-side, and I don’t know anything about the south-side folk. I mean, I can imagine they could be nice, respectable, honest, hard-working family people, but I usually decide to leave well enough alone and not venture onto their property because, well, you never know.
As we came to a well lit area, the setting was precious. We stopped walking and I looked around. I think I saw the most glorious moon in the world.
Here I was, with the first-place girl, a wonderful moon, and a last-place collection of pick-up lines that I looked up on the internet to see if I could find a clever way to juke her into kissing me. With the moonlight shining across the dirty brown (yet shiny) canal water, and the misty grass sparkling under our shoes, I took this as an opportune moment. I looked into her eyes. Her eyes were like limpid pools, only the pools were polluted like they forgot to put in the pH cleanser. Her left eye was completely blood shot.
I had to say it. “What’s up with your eye?” I asked, while still trying to keep the romance tingling in the air. I know it sounds harsh, but her left eye was redder than a New York fire truck that had recently been waxed and shined by the rookies of the firemen staff.
“It’s about time you noticed that. I forgot to take out my contacts last night and it made my eyes bloodshot. My right eye cleared up though.” she said.
Oh, well that’s good. That sort of ruined the mood. Just a little bit though. I did decide though that the moment was not right for our lips to meet. Give me a little more time.
We began our journey again. Walking and talking, talking and walking. Okay, you get the picture.
About fifteen minutes later, I stopped her again.
We had another perfect setting. The moon was a little higher. There was even some music playing in my head, or maybe it was the rock band, Elvis and Hammer, playing at the Bremenfest.
Either way, the romance was over the top.
Elvis and Hammer ended the song they were singing and began one that I knew with familiarity. I began to dance with Sarah and, crazy as this may sound, I sang.
“When dreaming, I’m guided through another world, time and time again. At sunrise, I fight to stay asleep, ‘cause I don’t want to leave the comfort of this place.”
Alright, so I am not Justin Timberlake, but I at least like the think I am as good as Lance Bass. I sang her the whole song (which was “Higher” by Creed, if you didn’t know).
The song ended, and her head was resting on my shoulder as we were slowly dancing in the night. I think this was my best chance, so I better not miss it.
I leaned back and looked at her beautiful right eye and, well, not-so-perfect-yet-beautiful-in-its-own-way left eye and she looked into my pearly, hazel eyes. I had to do this. I was unknowingly shaking my right leg and trying my hardest to wipe my hands on the hip of her jeans. I simply had to do it.
I rocked forward and tilted my head. She closed her eyes and tilted her head as well. The moment our lips touched, my life changed forever. It wasn’t the greatest kiss in the world, but it was amazing in its own way. It was the best kiss I have ever had to that moment of my life. Heck, it was the only kiss I have ever had up to that moment in my life and it holds a special place in my heart.
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Man! This thread makes me laugh!
My first crush was doomed from the start! I was 14 and I liked this guy I worked with (summer job) we were working at a sailboarding school on the beach so was ideal place to hang out, I liked him and he liked me but the problem was my dad surfed everyday in the same spot and found out we liked each other, we did share a kiss but that was it cos Dad found out had a little "chat" with him and scared the crap outta him and that was that.
My dad still thinks its funny to this day and brings it up!!!!
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Man! This thread makes me laugh!
My first crush was doomed from the start! I was 14 and I liked this guy I worked with (summer job) we were working at a sailboarding school on the beach so was ideal place to hang out, I liked him and he liked me but the problem was my dad surfed everyday in the same spot and found out we liked each other, we did share a kiss but that was it cos Dad found out had a little "chat" with him and scared the crap outta him and that was that.
My dad still thinks its funny to this day and brings it up!!!!
I want to have that same effect on the boys my 15-year-old daughter hangs out with. One of the kids that likes her is very nice but of course she doesn't like him. An 18-year-old invited her to the senior prom, but luckily she declined.
I'm watching and waiting .... :x!
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Man! This thread makes me laugh!
My first crush was doomed from the start! I was 14 and I liked this guy I worked with (summer job) we were working at a sailboarding school on the beach so was ideal place to hang out, I liked him and he liked me but the problem was my dad surfed everyday in the same spot and found out we liked each other, we did share a kiss but that was it cos Dad found out had a little "chat" with him and scared the crap outta him and that was that.
My dad still thinks its funny to this day and brings it up!!!!
I want to have that same effect on the boys my 15-year-old daughter hangs out with. One of the kids that likes her is very nice but of course she doesn't like him. An 18-year-old invited her to the senior prom, but luckily she declined.
I'm watching and waiting .... :x!
My first real boyfriend met my dad and what did he do.....show him his gun collection. Luckily by the time my dad met Jdoggy he had chilled out a lot - I think they cracked a beer together.
Good luck with your daughters! I was just watching Dr Phil and they they had a segment about some school in the US handing out birth control to 11-12 year old girls. Raising kids these days must be a challenging task, I'm glad I don't have to think about it for a while yet! Sorry this just got a bit off track!
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My first real crush was those little milk cartons they serve at school... you know the kind. I stompt on it and well it crushed and the milk went up my pant leg :*))
Seriously, though my real crush from high school was a cheer leader and I was the track star. I ran hurdles, sprints etc.... we would have to see each other away from my parents cuz.... oh she didn't go to the same church etc. :Xo!
Well after high school I went into the military, she ran off and got married, and then I got married 1st wife was there for 7 yrs. :/O glad I got out of that one.
Well after many years Donna found me on classmates.com and we write back and forth. She is still married and got grand kids now even. I am remarried some 26 yrs to 2nd wife with only kids that the last one is getting married this Aug 8th. No grandkids yet for me, but I know they will be coming along soon.
It was nice to connect again with Donna.
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Indeed I do. I fell in love with her in 6th grade but didn't have the balls to even say "Hello"...
In 11th grade she got knocked up by a fat football player and dropped out of school. Not exactly the "happy ending" I'd always fantasized about.
On the plus side, my 9th grade crush recently contacted me out of the blue... and she didn't even know I had a crush on her back then.
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!st crush? Man.........does my 4 th grade teacher count.....man she was BEAUTIFUL.........but the first serious crush I had was with one of my best friend's sisters..........that was a mistake.
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I remember a crush I had in the 8th grade. Robin Bechtel...man she was hot...cheerleader and all. Well stupid me thought it was cute to draw something on my folder. Keep in mind my last name is bateman...and everyone called me "batman" well hence...Batman and Robin. Yes she sat right in front of me in social studies and as soon as she seen my folder she ripped it to shreds...i mean shreds too. She was horrified I think....and requested a change of seating LOL
Getting ready to have my 20th class reunion this coming saturday night. Think i am going to take a yellow folder and draw batman and robin on it and lay it on the memories table...lol