This prompt has shown up a couple of times before and I always gave the same answer, an orange crush soda.
Today however, I might try to remember a crush even though I doubt it was my first one. Old age and all that.
Let’s go back to fifth grade which should put me around nine or ten and in the year of 1967/68? Her first name was Brenda but her last name escapes me. I do remember that she had long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.
I also remember my first jolt of many in the rejection department. A lesson that has been an eye opener for many I’m sure. The simple fact that attraction is an elusion as it seems that when I fell for her she had no interest in me. It also plays out that a little brunette with glasses had a crush on me but I was blind to her.
And so it went through a life time. Now a question? is a crush based on lust? Even before you understand what that word means? I don’t believe love can be had from first sight, a fable that has been proved wrong to me many times. [except for a mothers love ok]
So fast forward through junior high and let’s stop in my junior year of high school. 1975 found me a social misfit and who comes back into my life, you guessed it, Brenda H. [still don’t remember her last name but think it started with an ‘H’. She had blossomed into a even more beautiful girl then when I fell for her way back then.
Me, well I got uglier both in physical looks [psoriasis] and mental attitude. I was trying to deal with the loss of my father, degraded daily because of my skin and being so damned self conscious. Brenda acknowledged me but it was plain to see that she didn’t want to be associated with me and risk losing her social status.
So what was the lesson learned in this? A crush is only good when it is orange and filled with fizz as any other crush will lose it’s fizz fast and leave a sour taste in my mouth.
Dawgy Daddy responds 