Ever read the Baby-Sitter’s Club books? I read as many as I could get my hands on when I was about ten or so. And even though I always wanted to be the smart, feminist one, I was harboring an inner “Boy-Crazy Stacey”. I’ve been liking boys since I was in kindergarten, at least. I don’t know why, when I was so young, other than the persistent romantic narrative that flows through fairy tales and other girl-media that I’d already been exposed to [even with the feminist slant that my parents had].
I came home from kindergarten one day and told my mom I was gonna marry this boy in my class named Kevin. To this day I have no idea what his last name was. (I was only at the school that one year.) Apparently all the girls in my class wanted to marry Kevin. We weren’t thinking about what marriage meant – other than possibly kissing [which at that time was a chaste peck on the lips]. I moved on to 1st grade and met a girl with the last name Love who introduced me to the concept of kicking boys in the nuts – as a game. She would chase them and do this. Or be in conversation with them and do this. Before I met Miss Love, I had no idea boys had a particular weak spot. Afterward, I filed it under useful info. I didn’t join her, but I admit finding her antics amusing on several occasions. She might’ve further influenced me, but I was only in 1st grade for a month, and in 2nd grade I met my next future husband. He [like Kevin] was in high demand, and only just knew who I was, I think, but that didn’t matter.
Time marched on, as it does, and crushes changed from one boy to the next. Sometimes I wonder if they ever even knew. A few, I’m sure, did – others may not have even known me. But there was almost always someone I thought about on those occasions that I wanted to think about someone.
As a kid, I had very few close girl friends. Most of the girls I knew weren’t interested in being friends with me because I was a nerd, or because I didn’t have the right clothes, or something silly like that. So I had a lot more guy friends than girl friends – starting in about 2nd grade, actually, and lasting through college. When you’re boy-crazy, having guy friends can be complicated. And I had my share of crushes on guys who would only ever be friends – that was basically the story of my teenage life.
Generally, I’d be friends with a guy, and realize he was crush-worthy, crush, and then get over it. Sometimes crush – then be friends. But the crush thing would usually fade slowly.
Until we moved to the perfect house for entertaining.
I was about 19, finishing college, and throwing parties whenever I got the chance. I finally had a good group of friends at school and wanted to make the most of my senior year, so I did. And one night I had some friends over and we were watching movies or something, and one of my girl friends told me a friend of hers she hadn’t seen in a long time was coming over cuz he was back in town, and she’d given him directions. I’m a the-more-the-merrier kind of person, so I was happy to oblige, and welcomed the new guest. Especially when I saw him.
***********NOTE: I have a type: curly brown hair. I love it. Like crazy. In many, many forms. But I LOVE curly brown hair.***********
You guessed it. This boy had curly brown hair. At this moment, I can’t remember his name, or much about his face [other than it was kinda cute] – but I remember he had curly brown hair. This was duly noted, and I knew I wanted to get to know this fellow a little better. But since he was a friend of a friend, I needed to feel her out first and see if she was into this guy or not. She introduced him around and we all talked, and the more I learned, the more intrigued I was. We were into the same things, laughed at similar humor, and …curly brown hair. I think maybe my friend had a boyfriend at the time, or something, so I didn’t feel weird when he asked for my number before he left.
We talked on the phone a couple days later and the magic was all still there. I was getting swept up in it all and it was fun and effortless. There was a church event soon after that, and he came to that, and we hung out some more. It was all good. Full swing crush mode.
Then he called me a couple days later.
I don’t know what happened. It wasn’t that he said something specifically off-putting, but there in the midst of a phone convo, I went from being totally into this guy, to totally not wanting to listen to him anymore. I started tuning him out. For some reason, I remember specifically that he was talking about his uncle. That’s when I knew this infatuation was completely over. I wasn’t interested at all. At all. And he hadn’t done anything.
I still can’t explain it. But I never called him again. My friend asked me about it, cuz she wondered what happened. And I think she ended up going out with him later on, and I didn’t care. It had never happened to me before then, and hasn’t happened since. Who knows why.