My 6th grade year was a weird one. I made friends who I thought would last forever, but it didn't. Anyways, That year was the first year I ever had a 'boyfriend', if you can even call him that. My friends at the time were named Alex & April. They became a couple and I was the third wheel, when suddenly I had the cute little kid crush on one of Alex's friends...his name was Jesse. Jesse was just as shy as I was and it took him forever to ask me out.
On night I got a phone call from him, and he asked me to a dance. I asked my mom if I could go and she said yes, and so I was giddy for my first date. I was 10 and super excited. Thinking back, the dance was right after Christmas break & I am fairly certain that Jesse like me because I was one of the first girls to get boobs. {ha ha}Anyways, I was super excited.
The day of the dance finally came & I was super excited to slow dance with the boy I had been crushing on. The whole dance came & passed & I never saw Jesse, but Alex & April insisted he was there. I later came to realize that he didn't know how to dance & didn't want to look silly, but to 10 year old me, I thought he didn't like me anymore. We never did really talk again.
I always wondered, since we technically never broke up, does that mean we're still dating? Ha ha! He was my first crush that liked me back, or at least that admitted he liked me back. Amazingly, I don't really remember him as the boy who was my first date, but more as the boy who always brought goats to the fair. Yes, he was a country boy. Did I mention before that I lived in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere? Yeah, and almost everyone seemed to be a farmer type person. I always wondered what would have happened if I would have been more assertive as a child and was like "Dude, you brought me to this dance...now lets dance!" ha ha Who knows. I guess he was just the first of many disappointing boyfriends that I would have. Also, on the extreme off chance that Alex, April or Jesse ever read this..... hope your lives are awesome!!!!
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