Daily Prompt: Crazy Thing Called Love

Remember your first crush? Think about that very first object of your affection. Oh, the sweaty palms. The swoony feeling in your stomach. Tell us the story of your first crush. What was it about this person that made your heart pound? Was the love requited? Change the names to protect the guilty or innocent if you must! No judgement here. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SMITTEN.

My first ever crush – and the first time I ever ever realized what it was – was on a girl.   When you’ve been attending an all-girls’ Catholic school for about eight straight years since you were six years old, all you see for five straight days throughout the school year are basically just that –  girls.

She was three years ahead of me, I think.  I was a freshman while she was a senior – or maybe a junior.  She was beautiful with a short bob and almond eyes.  She was on the honor roll and she was a star athlete, playing on both the volleyball and the softball teams.  She was also from a rich family and I still remember a nanny sitting by the sidelines as she practiced volleyball after school, and when she’d sit down for a minute, the nanny would wipe off the perspiration and place a hand towel on her back, between her skin and her shirt.  And the woman would add in some baby powder, too.

How could I not be smitten by her?  She was everything I wasn’t.

I still remember how it freaked out my mother that I had a crush on a girl.  My older brother had just come out, I think, which was a shock to both my parents, and here I was, the only daughter having a crush on a girl!  I remember someone, maybe an aunt, turning to my younger brother and telling him that he better be straight because his brother and sister were already queer – that way, she joked, we’d have one of each.

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6 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Crazy Thing Called Love

  1. I had a crush on a girl too, when I was about 10. She was, too, everything, I wasn’t. But I always wondered if I wanted to be like her or just hated her for being so “perfect”. Blond, turned up nose, very girly, fluffy sweaters. Not me. 😀 She moved away soon, and that was the end of my girl crushes. The next school year was my first boy crush. I still dream about him. 😀

    1. I think it has to do with our search for identity, when we’re starting to learn or find out who we are and what we want to be. I think my family’s gender identity crises over that crush made me realize that gender doesn’t matter when we find something we like in someone. It’s more a construct with society and how we’re supposed to act, and with whom.

  2. 4th grade. Red hair, same color as mine. Shorter than me, but then everyone was. Last name Hemmingway. Mr. and Mrs. Hemmingway. We were going to be together forever. I loved him all school year. He moved away during the summer. I still remember him. He didn’t even know my name because he was an older man, 5th grader.

  3. My first crush was a guy I saw in a TV series… I dreamed of him all the time. Now when I see his pictures, I wonder what the hell did I see in him. And my first real crush was a guy in my class when I was thirteen, was ‘in-love’ with him for 6 long years but never told him so. 😦

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