I admit it. I am easy. No, wait! I mean, I develop crushes easily. Why is that?
My first crush was Tony in Kindegarten. He was the kind of tot that comanded attention. What drives the heart of a 5 year old? I no longer know but Tony, Scott and Theo all spent time in my heart before 1st grade.
By 3rd grade there was another Scott, Mike and Chris. By 4th grade we had settled in a very small town and I was in a state of unrequited infatuation for nearly every boy in class, and quite a few teachers, until I left school.
I still develop crushes. Give me a kind word and I will melt at your feet like an abused puppy and start imagining buttering your toast every morning.
I had one infatuation that lasted for a couple of decades. I imagined that he was my "soul mate" because I had built his image into unflawed perfection in my mind. A God. We had dated very briefly and life took him other places. So in my mind he became my tragic, unrequited and lost love. Years later I found out what he was really like and he lost his "God" status. Still, as flawed as that infatuation was, the fantasy of it got me through dome very lonely times.
There have been many crushes over the years but I was never one for celebrity crushes. I always found celebrity crushes kind of icky. Like everyone drinking from a communal cup that is never washed. I simply can't fancy everyones fancy. It is unhygenic!
I think I yearn for deeper connection to others. Our bodies and judgments create barriers that I feel keenly. I am always wanting someone to really see ME and I am always imagining I can see another too.
My first crush was Tony in Kindegarten. He was the kind of tot that comanded attention. What drives the heart of a 5 year old? I no longer know but Tony, Scott and Theo all spent time in my heart before 1st grade.
By 3rd grade there was another Scott, Mike and Chris. By 4th grade we had settled in a very small town and I was in a state of unrequited infatuation for nearly every boy in class, and quite a few teachers, until I left school.
I still develop crushes. Give me a kind word and I will melt at your feet like an abused puppy and start imagining buttering your toast every morning.
I had one infatuation that lasted for a couple of decades. I imagined that he was my "soul mate" because I had built his image into unflawed perfection in my mind. A God. We had dated very briefly and life took him other places. So in my mind he became my tragic, unrequited and lost love. Years later I found out what he was really like and he lost his "God" status. Still, as flawed as that infatuation was, the fantasy of it got me through dome very lonely times.
There have been many crushes over the years but I was never one for celebrity crushes. I always found celebrity crushes kind of icky. Like everyone drinking from a communal cup that is never washed. I simply can't fancy everyones fancy. It is unhygenic!
I think I yearn for deeper connection to others. Our bodies and judgments create barriers that I feel keenly. I am always wanting someone to really see ME and I am always imagining I can see another too.