Weird Science
Mel posted about a new crush yesterday, which may have had consequences for my subconscience... Last night I dreamt of my high school crush, the boy whom I adored for 4 years... and counting (apparently) I haven't set eyes on him for at least 12 years, but he still lurks, hidden in the deepest darkest recesses of my mind.
Mr Smith (as he shall be known) was the geekiest, dorkiest, quietest member of the 'Not the Coolest, but Kinda Close' group of boys in our year. In that constantly shifting landscape that is schoolyard society, my group of girls kinda hung around with them (when we needed to associate with boys... ewwww) Anyhoo, for some unknown reason I discovered myself madly in love with this guy. No-one else understood the attraction, even I was left perplexed by it all. I have a feeling that he may have had a crush on me, but then my returning the attention in the (not particularly successful) 'chase him browbeat him in submission' way that I conducted my relationships, sent him running for the hills... He did take me to the Year 10 Formal though.
I had other boyfriends, yet I remember declaring that I would always love Mr Smith, that he would always have a special place in my heart... And it would seem that 15 years after I left High School he still does. Hmmm.... *frowns*
And it was a lovely dream too - just a nice sweet how are you Mr Smith? Very Good Actonb. type dream, nothing that I wouldn't share with the lovely MrB (who knows all about Mr Smith and having glimpsed him once working in the servo on Gymea Bay Rd, is highly amused by the whole scenario) A very comforting, sweet, nurturing dream. *sigh*
Crushes are weird weird things - I wonder if I'll ever get over it...?
posted by actonb at 11:14 am
7 Comments:
I resent use of that surname as a reference to anonymous and faceless characters.....couldnt it have been Mr Jones?
Yes, I can imagine that it would be quite annoying Mr Smith. The question is... is it his actual name...?
High School Crushes are funny things...
...things better left unmentioned around Lady M, because of the petty jealousy they invoke. Hence my desire, but inability, to comment further.
Why can't you comment Donnie? Surely Lady M doesn't frequent these blogs...
Go on... tell us...!
*sigh* The first ever love of my life (I refuse to call him a crush, I was four and I will always love him) is now a fireman. Could you get any more desirable than a young man in a fireman's outfit. And he's still adorable, apparently. Thanks AB, now you've brought all these memories of unrequited love back again.
I remember writing a letter when I was 13 in my diary-with-a-lock about Ben Pert. Ah. Ben Pert. I wrote a diary letter to him about his golden hair and his beautiful soul. I said that I'd like him for 'three whole months, the longest EVER'. Then at the end I wrote to myself, 'this letter you will never see.'
Yep. I was pretty much queen of the uber-dorks.
OMel - A fireman! OMG! A cute fireman no less... Yeah. Sorry about that.
Mr Smith is an engineer. But (and this is where it gets interesting...) he has blossomed into an uber-babe with a hott Italian girlfriend. Apparently I could see deep into his potential. Fat lot of good it did me.
Audrey - Hi! Three months is a lifetime of loyalty for a 13yo. And with a name like 'Pert' one would expect his hair to be golden and glossy...
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