I’ve had a ton of drafts waiting to be finished and published on my blog. But other things just kept getting in the way. So prepare to be bombarded with random posts.
After thinking about my celebrity crushes it made me think about my real life crushes. As a kid, it didn’t take much for me to like a boy, What can I say? I was a sucker for anyone who watched Power Rangers and X-men.
Pre-School-I had a huge crush on this one kid. His name was BJ…XD sorry the perv in me just can’t help but laugh. I wonder if he changed his name when he got older. I wonder if BJ was short for an actual name? Anyway, I can’t exactly remember when I knew I had a crush on him. I mean I was what four? What I do remember, he would buy me gumball machine rings and I would constantly lose them during recess. That is all I remember of our time together. -.-
Elementary-My next crush lasted from kindergarten to the fourth grade. He had an interesting name...Aynsley. The only reason I stopped “liking him” was because he changed schools. I met him again during my junior year in high school and he pretended not to know me. -.- He played the, “Kimberly…right?” card. Boys are so weird. I found out that he got held back a year and that was why he changed schools.
Middle School- I had a crush on a guy who lived a couple houses down from me. His name was Nick. Any time someone picked on me he would come to my rescue. Ok he wasn’t that gallant, he would just pick on them or say something funny to cheer me up. Our relationship didn’t last long at all. I mean we were 12 so it doesn’t actually count. We were supposed to go to the movies together, it would have been my first date, but I had asked him to reschedule due to a mutual friends birthday party. He got jealous and told me if we weren’t going to the movies when he said then we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. -.- Again weird. Seeing as we were 12, and I’m not proud of this, we resorted to talking crap about each other after that. He and his friends ended up picking on me. They would walk by me and call me vampire because of the paleness of my skin. The next boy was actually one of the guys who called me vampire. I didn’t have a crush on him, he had one on me. He was the first guy who held the title “boyfriend”. His name was Hiram and I felt really bad because I had no feelings for him. At the end of middle school he and I became friends and then he asked to be my boyfriend. I didn’t understand those feelings, I was only 14 so I just said ok. He was obsessed with dating. His parents met really young so he was determined to follow in their footsteps and find his wife at a young age.
High School- After 9th grade we agreed to just be friends. He ended up never talking to me again. -.- He’s now engaged to his high school sweetheart. I met my actual first boyfriend when I was 16. His name was Dylan. He was shy I guess because it took him forever to talk to me. He would walk by me with the biggest smile on his face and whenever I saw it I couldn’t help but smile back. He was always getting into trouble and also dressed in 70’s styled clothes. Big collared shirts and odd patterned pants, which made him stand out. He finally approached me and introduced himself. He was really annoying when we first met. >.< I hated that he was a trouble maker, sadly I broke his heart after homecoming when I decided to end things. That was the first time I made a boy cry. He had really blue eyes and his tears made them appear huge. But I didn’t actually form my crush until our senior year. I always found it weird how guys age. He became really tall and had broad shoulders. Bam! Instant crush. I couldn’t help it. We became boyfriend and girlfriend and he made my senior year really memorable. He was the first guy I ever kissed. We got really close and he became really important to me. My family hated him.
After our first year of college together he dumped me. -.- I knew it would have happened sooner or later. This was the first time I felt a guy pull away from me. He had lost interest in me. Like all guys, they are incapable of ending things so they make us do it. Pussies. We ended things on the phone. I was 19, and this was how he chose to explain the reason for breaking up. “Dating is like trying on shoes. You don’t buy the first pair you try on. You try on many different shoes.” -.- Yup. Not even 24 hours and he asked if we could unbreak the break up. My parents already hated him to begin with so they just used this as an opportunity to forbid me from seeing him again. I was dramatic and cried for awhile over him. After that I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry more than once over a guy. And so far I’ve kept that promise.
A year later I had a crush on a guy in my art class. It wasn’t anything and I never wanted it to be anything, crushes just make class more interesting. After that I didn’t have a crush on a guy for awhile. It wasn’t until recently that I’ve started noticing guys and making an effort. Last fall I met Julian, he was in my Writing projects class and had no clue how to handle girls. I decided to be upfront with him and told him that I liked him. He started hyperventilating. He would do that anytime I held his hand. I think I really screwed him up. He saw me as nothing more than as a learning experience though. I introduced dating and kissing to him and although he acted as if he was interested he wasn’t. He was the only guy, so far, to end things himself. He was honest and told me he didn’t like me as much as I liked him. I respected him for being honest. I was pretty bummed when we ended our casual dating, but I have a lot of fun memories with him, he even danced with me during our Halloween party. We busted out the Wii and played Just Dance, any guy who can dance like that (see vid below) is just awesome. He was so nerdy. I’m sure he still is.
And you know what happens after that. I haven’t had that many crushes in my lifetime. At least I don’t think six/seven crushes in 22 years is a lot. Now it takes more than a plastic ring or a smile to grab my interest. What do you think, is that a lot? How many crushes have you had? And is there such a thing as too many? Also, I’m thinking of making this a regular series on my blog. We shall see.