Who Was Your First Crush?

I know this is an older post, but I still remember my first crush, and surprisingly I still talk to him, he’s one of my best friends. We had been friends since the day I was born (he’s three weeks older) and I can’t remember when I didn’t like him. I don’t anymore, but our moms would make kind of serious jokes about us getting married. It’s still a joke that we are going to have an “arranged” marriage.

My heart!

John Green. Pre-school (which was just called daycare back then). We must have been three years old. He was pushing me on the swings. Suddenly he yelled “UNDERDOOOOG!”, pushed me really high and ran under the swing. It was so cool and brave. My heart stopped. I was like wow, ok, so this is love.

Lou Diamond Phillips was my first crush. When the film La Bamba came out and the subsequent plane crash happened in it, I was too little to understand that they were actors and I thought LDP had really died. I was devastated. I still love him though and get a little girlish giggly thrill when I see him in anything.

This is so sweet and heartbreaking (in a good way)

Toby Carroll, kindergarten. When we used sponges to wash the tables after art projects, he would always write bad words with the wet sponge on the dry table, and then wipe them away with a mischievous grin…

Oh girl, this made me smile and giggle! SOOO cute! What sweet boys you have! <3

Eric England, 1st grade.

Sidenote: I have a theory that all your classmates from primary school have spy names, case in point: Eric England. (I also went to school then with a T.J. Mahoney, Helena Hollis, and a kid named Jason Storm!)

First off, crushing on Anton hard this morning. That boy just seems like he is one of those boys with a little something extra special in his heart. Big smiles and a few tears for his thoughtfulness.
Second, it took me a few minutes thinking and then I remembered Rocky. It was first grade. He had a full head of big brown curls that were long and his hair was parted in the middle. He wore button down shirts to school. We liked to hold hands and run across the field at recess. I remember my family teasing me because I wanted to change my name to Cookie, somehow in my first grade mind that went with Rocky. We moved over the summer and I never saw him after first grade.
Third, I was working as a barista at Diedrich’s Coffee and this little boy named Michael (he was 5 at the time) would come in with his Mom and sister frequently. I always took the time to talk with him. I can’t remember what prompted the conversation but over one visit his Mom sweetly told me he had been talking about me and professed his love for me. He brought me a picture he had colored as a gift. She smiled and said I was his first crush. Honesty, it was so innocent and he was such a lovely little boy it made my heart swell. I wonder if his partner today has blonde hair and hazel eyes.

My Kindergarten age daughter has her first crush! It is so sweet. She is normally very academic, but she has gotten in trouble twice recently in school: once for “petting his face” (really not sure what happened here but she said he liked it?!) and once for refusing to pass the ball to anyone else besides him in soccer! They are having a playdate today – she was so excited that she put on about 14 bows in her hair before going to school this morning!

Mine was Thornton – we exchanged valentine’s day cards in second grade – he said he liked me, and Kelly was his Texas rose! ;-)

mine was steve, he was also the first to explain to me what “breaking up” meant. it was kindergarten. we still laugh about it in our 30s.

Takashi. He lived down the street from me and had the most perfectly symmetrical face combined with a radiant complexion. We would write each other notes and put small trinkets in them – like Toby’s “bracelet” – and bury them in his yard, unread. Who knows why? It seemed so logical then. We just squirreled away all our sweet feelings deep in the dirt, for a darker day I suppose. I vividly recall how alive I felt when we’d go on our neighborhood expeditions for treasure – lost coins, bits of broken jewelry, a can tab. We shared some real magical childhood joy.

My husband. We met in Kindergarten. I was his first crush too. Everybody (family, relatives, teachers, neighbors) could tell! We couldn’t even mention each other’s name or dare be seen near each other in grade school (because we used to get teased about it a lot by classmates and schoolmates) —but yes, somehow, we knew. It’s something we couldn’t (and still can’t) describe. It’s like we have our own language. LOL We became friends in Jr-Sr High. Bf-gf relationship in our 20s. Engaged for 2 years. Married for more than a decade now. There are so many sweet memories!

Martin in Kindergarten. He had dark hair, a friendly smile, and for some reason i remember his white shoes. He kissed me under the table once. Imagine my parent’s surprise one evening at dinnertime when the phone rang and it was Martin calling for 5-year-old me. My Mom still tells that story and I’m 32 and married (not to Martin).

We were in kindergarten and his name was Justin and he had a mullet. He had a birthday party for his pet lizard. I wasn’t invited and was subsequently devastated.

I moved on to Mikey from The Goonies.

Omg he wants to marry his best friend! He knows what’s up.

Mine was a boy named Shawn in 1st grade with nice brown hair and big brown eyes. I am lucky enough to still be Facebook friends with him–he’s a very handsome husband, daddy, and firefighter nowadays. And suspiciously, I married yet another boy with nice brown hair and big brown eyes. Apparently, I have a type that started in 1st grade! haha

His name is Charlie, he wore cowboy boots, colored eyes and spikey blonde hair. We were good friends in kindergarten. I remember he drew me a teddy bear, that’s when I started liking him, my 7 year old brother would tease me. My mom would drop me off at his house to play. He was raised by a single father, but was really nice. He was my first white friend I can remember. I ran into him again during high school and my early twenties. He is still a sweet guy and so is his father, but he has made some bad life choices.

2nd grade, his name was Patrick. It was mutual – he would say that we were going to get married. Our school did square dancing instead of gym class for 2 weeks out of the year and we would pick each other as partners. Totally lost track of him now, don’t even know his last name to look him up. Then, third grade I remember definitely being into this boy named Brandon. One time his coat fell off the hook and I hung it back up for him and kissed it subtly (LOL!)

My first crush was a boy in my preschool named Brian May. He had blonde hair and I was convinced that his Dad was Hulk Hogan.

I love how his little hand is placed on the paper as he’s focusing on this to make it so true for her. This is so sweet and encouraging.

kindergarten – Egon Ozer, blond haired blued eyed boy wonder with glasses with the sweetest disposition.

i knew i loved him from the moment i laid eyes on him. we shared our first kiss that year, and then he moved away after 3rd grade. i carried a torch for him all the way through after college, even though we did not keep in touch. i googled him and he was in med school and with some fire in my pants i called him and he was again, so sweet and kind.

the end.

I do remember my crushes from when I was little, and now realizing my ‘crushes’ were sexualized– I wanted to kiss them! And did! But when my kindergartner came home with gifts and notes from a boy in her class– it felt very uncomfortable–he would tell her he loved her and play with her hair. She was very confused by it because I do think she enjoyed the compliments and attention but she told me she ‘didn’t want to be his girlfriend because she didn’t want to get married and have babies right now.’ Bless her heart. These situations are cute and sweet, but she was distressed by it. I told her little kids can’t be boyfriend and girlfriend. That is for when you are older. Now, you can just be friends.
She seemed very relieved about that! I could tell that she was bothered months later when his interest faded. I think the feelings are there– they just don’t know what to do with them! As parents, we try our best to help them navigate through.

I find it interesting that lots of people are saying it’s romantic but definitely ‘not sexual’. Kids are sexual beings, there’s nothing wrong with that. Obviously how that is expressed is different than adulthood. This makes me wonder if the comments are a reflection of a sex negative society. Or maybe it’s just further differentiating between the different types of feelings you can have towards someone.