Last night I had a surreal experience. I came home after running errands and my husband said, "Hey, you got a weird email...." (smirk on his face). I glance over and I gasp...
Of all people in the world, who should have found my blog and left a comment? None other than my very first crush from childhood. As if that is not funny enough, me being me of course, wrote about him on my blog. Which is OF COURSE the post he found. (Hi Lance! ***me waving like a dork***).
I look at Dan who I can see is terribly amused as he sees my face ACTUALLY turning red. I laughed so hard and said, "I am 31 years old and I am totally embarrassed!!" (Don't let that fool you, really - I still am in my early twenties...really!!! It just slipped out)
Anyway, it was a wonderful surprise and the comment he left, as Dan put it, was very classy. And sweet. (So if you stop by again Lance...leave your email, I'd love to chat).
And so I will leave you with this little tidbit along with a little bit of my dignity because that is what I do...
I remember being in Kindergarten and my mom sometimes dropped me off at Lance's house so his mom could watch me for a while before school. (I did afternoon kindergarten). I have hair that is straight as a pin, so my mom used to put those spongy pink rollers in my hair at night...you know the ones you see on frumpy housewives wearing a robe and bunny slippers?? Yeah...me...age 6. I always loved the curly hair...did not love? Lance seeing me with the spongy curlers. I would have a fit. Mom never understood what is was about. I knew she had ruined my chances of dropping to his knee and proposing right then at a ripe age of 6 and a half. Well...just another thing to tell my therapist I suppose.
But then again, my mom may need some therapy of her own. When I called to tell her about it she said, "You're so lucky! Your first crush looks you up and tells you he liked you too. Timmy Roper....never saw me for dirt."
Now if you dare...who was your first crush?