Which early crush formed the template for all your future crushes?
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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My first crush was on Disney's animated Robin Hood - yes, the fox. In the cartoon. As voiced by Brian Bedford.
He was so gallant, kind, great with kids, and willing to risk his life for those he cared about.
Most of all -- he spoke with an AMAZING British accent. My crushes on articulate British men are well known and persist to this day, but this was the first.
My "definitive" crush was on Joey from New Kids on the Block. I continue to enjoy ridiculously rich men to this day.
I mean sheesh! You think you know someone.
My first crush was on my teacher Mrs. Young.
The thing about a definitive crush for me is that, well, I don't really have one.
I had crushes on all different kinds of girls.
Even Dave!
I'm sorry that your crush template was British and articulate, and I turned out to be neither.
But at least I'm a fox, because I'm so incredibly hot--and also, I like to sneak into barns and bite chickens in the neck.
A cocky boy, fond of track suits and ball hockey. Knew 10 x 10 was a hundred (I claimed it was 20.)
Mr. Flash card genius was in the highest math and reading groups, the ones with names like "The A-1s" or "The Superstars" versus the ones like "The Donkey Kongs".
Pattern one: smart obnoxious boys.
But even then he had the whiff of the Canadian beer commercial, the quintessential well-adjusted everyman (circa 1982 anyway).
Pattern two: boys so acceptable I always seem like a feakshow in comparison.
Three years later he pinned me against a portable in jailbreak and I remember my knees buckling. I got my best friend to ask his best friend if he liked me. The answer was "NO!"
Pattern three: boys who are emotionally expressive only in what they are not capable of.
I like to imagine he grew up into a man with an unidentifiable office job, maybe in insurance, who floods and freezes his backyard for his kids to play hockey on. The kind of man my babysitter was married to and who might not even exist anymore.
Regardless, he doesn't have an identifiable Google identity so anything is possible.