Thread: Tell us about your first big crush ?

Tell us about your first big crush ?

It took me ages to think up that title so stop laughing. Tell us about your first love ?

Here,s mine with a twist that still makes me cringe squirm !!

In 1971 i was eleven years of age and truely madly deeply in love with Carole Longbottom. Being only eleven and being very shy at the time i could never get up the courage to chat to her. She was everything i wasn't intelligent calm goodlooking and never got into any trouble, she was miss goody two shoes and i adored the very ground she walked on. I was a terror. I even followed her home one night after school but even then i couldn't pluck up the guts to say anything.( i was a young stalker !!) Oh my poor aching heart how broke up i was when i realised it was never going to happen. She was just to nice for me and i was terrified of rejection.

Twelve months later i left that school along with the love of my life who went to a different school. It was just never meant to be, i had missed my chance but then having never spoken to her it may never have been a chance anyway?

Fast forward to the year 1995 or there abouts , i was happily married with two kids, i was all grown up and my first love was a distant memory consigned to the past. This is the year my younger brother is getting married and i'm the best man, he is marrying Karen a divorsee with two kids from a previous marridge.

The wedding was all set everything ready for the big day just one or two details to sort out which means a trip up to the brides to be house with my brother.
They had been friends since being at school but they only dated seriously when they met again a few years after the break up of her first marridge. I sat and talked with Carole and reassured her i would look after my little brother and make sure he turned up at the alter.

I joked with Carole that i once had a crush on a girl who lived just up the road from her house many years ago, i told her my story of crazy love that never started to take off. I told her i even followed her home but still never spoke to her because i was so afraid of rejection. Awwww poor me.

Karen asked her name ? I told her thinking it would not mean anything all these years later.

Karen looked at me with a look that told me i had said something shocking !!

She told me she knew Carole Longbottom very well ......... it was her sister !! (holy poo )

It was one of those moments when i just wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. I could feel myself colour up, i was speechless.

My brother was getting married to my first loves younger sister. My brother laughed his ass off in disbelief.

Carole my first true love was at the wedding with her husband and kids and i saw her from a distance and i smiled from a distance. It was the same thing over again, that distance no words just admiration and an old old feeling of longing.

She was older but i knew that smile those eyes and i still could not pluck up the courage to say hello. what would i say ? Hello i'm your stalker from 1971 !!!

My brother and new sister in-law were to busy running around to introduce us so it never happened , but looking back now i guess for me it was the right thing. Everything was all one sided anyway it was only my thoughts and feelings that were of any consequence anyway. She didn't know me and she lived down south and was going back the day after the wedding.

That was it i'v not seen her since the wedding, my brother and Karen devorced a few years later after my brother had been acting like a fool and cheating.

Last i herd Karen had cancer and little time to live, i'v never seen her apart from just a fleeting glance at my father's funeral.

Life goes on but i sometimes stop and think about that time. It was Nacians thread here on "dejavu" that brought this memory back. It's nothing to do with dejavu but it's an odd little story or at least it was for me.

Bluesman that is one incredible story....I really enjoyed reading it, better than a book anytime.
only I was thinking how the world is so complex because really you could not have or been able to tell her yourself about your crush.
I am sure her sister did though...what a story

Zoe Wanamaker. I haven't stopped thinking about her since My Family started -- more of an obsession then, I guess.

Rachel Weisz. I saw her in The Mummy when I was about nine-years-old and thought she was perfect. Still do, kinda, but I've realized it was her character that I loved, not her.

If you mean someone I went to school with or something like that, it never happened. I've always preferred the more mature type. I had a slight crush on the Art teacher Ms. Johnson, but no students.

Intellect + maturity + sense of humour + beauty = hubba hubba.

Originally Posted by Bruno Spatola

Zoe Wanamaker. I haven't stopped thinking about her since My Family started -- more of an obsession then, I guess.

Rachel Weisz. I saw her in The Mummy when I was about nine-years-old and thought she was perfect. Still do, kinda, but I've realized it was her character that I loved, not her.

If you mean someone I went to school with or something like that, it never happened. I've always preferred the more mature type. I had a slight crush on the Art teacher Ms. Johnson, but no students.

Intellect + maturity + sense of humour + beauty = hubba hubba.

Zoe Wanamaker has the oddest face, Rachel weisz i remember from the mummy and yes stunning she is also doing some makeup advert on tv in the uk now. As for the more mature lady!! hmmmmm


Nacian i never got to know if anything was said but like you i think it would been very likley !!! I bet they had a good giggle at the way things turned out. It still amazes me that tow brothers go for two sisters without the other's knowledge, fate maybe or coincidence!! oh well thats life.

Originally Posted by Bluesman

Zoe Wanamaker has the oddest face

Talk about her like that again and I'll kill you. Okay, it's an obsession, haha . She has a lovely personality though, I love her.

Originally Posted by Bruno Spatola

Talk about her like that again and I'll kill you. Okay, it's an obsession, haha . She has a lovely personality though, I love her.

She is wonderful and very funny ok i,ll behave now and be quiet.

I was fourteen, and her name was Suzanne. She sat in front of me in English, and I was head over heals. I built a little shrine for her in our attic, with lots of candles and the hundreds of pictures I secretly took of her. One night, when I was looking at her through a window, she gave me this look -- like YES, she really does feel the same way! That was right before the handcuffs went on.

Hannah Pendleton. I was eleven, barely two months into middle school, and could barely think about talking to her about anything, much less a confession, without feeling queasy. My friend Toby (now we actually are friends) tortured me, akin to the three questions from Monty Python and the Holy Grail whilst holding a pencil to my jugular and digging his fingernails into the back of my neck. The last question was, "Who... do you like?" I answered Hanna immediately just so I would be released of the physical pain, unprepared for the emotional trauma that awaited my tender, eleven-year-old mind and heart. Toby freaked out and started to tell everyone in the classroom. Hannah was not in the class at the time, running an errand for the teacher. When she got back, everyone screamed it, and she just shrugged it off like it was nothing, but simply stated that I already knew she was with someone (which I actually did not). Three weeks later, she moved to another school and I haven't heard from her since. I did find her on Facebook, and it turns out she became a complete wirty dord that rhymes with Mitch. I do remember a week before all this, we, the class, were returning to the room from a sixth-grade-only assembly in the gym. As we were climbing the stairs from the gym, Hannah happened to be in front of me. At that time, I was no pervert, and kept my eyes down. But that didn't stop me from doing nothing as Hannah's heel struck my chin. It was a complete accident, of course, but she never did apologize.

Originally Posted by JosephB

I was fourteen, and her name was Suzanne. She sat in front of me in English, and I was head over heals. I built a little shrine for her in our attic, with lots of candles and the hundreds of pictures I secretly took of her. One night, when I was looking at her through a window, she gave me this look -- like YES, she really does feel the same way! That was right before the handcuffs went on.

handcups? what handcups?

Heather Denton kissed me in her father's coal-shed in 1953 - Being an 8 year old boy, I hadn't a clue what was going on...

I was thirteen years old. Me and my friend went to McDonalds after seeing a movie (I don't remember what it was now). I can still remember turning around and seeing this guy with blonde, wavy, surfer hair to his shoulders walk in with a friend. They got their food while me and my friend giggled and talked about how cute they were. We were joking about who would get who if we had the nerve to go and talk to them. They were clearly older than we were. I told her, you can have the one that's tall with dark hair, I want the blonde. lol.

Anyway, we finished up our meal making eyes at each other and left McDonalds behind. We toured across to the strip mall, I think the store was called Woolco back then. I don't think they exist anymore. Anyway, we were searching through the new cassette tapes (lol) and we noticed them behind us. Of course we started giggling with the knowledge that these guys were following us. They never did say anything to us in the store, and we weren't brave enough to talk to them, and it was getting late. We decided we'd better get home. I remember it was dark out already and thinking my parents were going to kill me. Just as we were nearly out of the parking lot, we heard one of them say hi from behind us. We ended up stopping and chatting for awhile. (Getting me grounded when I got home.)

I found out the guy with the wavy blonde hair had a girlfriend and the other one was single. I immediately turned to my friend and said "scratch that plan, the dark haired one is mine." lol..(I guess she didn't really care, because a few years later I found out she was gay.) I remember getting into the backseat of their car thinking, "holy s***, these guys are old enough to drive. They told us they were 18 and they wanted to know how old we were... so of course I panicked and said I was 16! lol. They believed me. Morons! lol.... Days and days went by, talking on the phone every night. I was so totally and completely in love (or so I thought) with this guy.

I still remember the feeling of absoulte terror and anger all at the same time with one phone call. I called home to ask my mom if the dark haired boy (Ron) had called. She said "Oh, about that. You're going to be mad at me." I said, "Why, what did you do mom?" She said, "That boy called here looking for you and I asked him how old he was. He told me and I was angry! I asked him if he had any idea of how old you were. I ended up telling him the truth, and not in a nice way. Let's just say I don't think he'll be calling back or wanting to speak to you again."

My world was crushed, I was devistated. I hung up on my mom and called him right away. He told me never to call him again. He said he would never live it down if his friends found out he was interested in a girl still in grade 8! lol..... I cried and cried and cried! I was so infatuated with that tit face that I kept track of how I felt on my calendar. I still remember writing haven't talked to Ron in a year and a half! I was obsessed for years!

It's funny, but a few years had passed and I met up with him and his friends at a party. I was so enthralled that he would have anything to do with me, (especially after finding out of course that his friends used to tease him, asking him if he got to change my diapers and put me down for naps!)
I dated him for a little while, and it took me a while to figure out why everytime I saw him it was only the two of us. One night when a car drove past with his friends, he dragged me behind a building to hide us; that's when it hit me what a jerk he was. How humiliating.

Such a long story. And to think I cut out a ton of stuff so it wouldn't feel like you were reading that big of a novel! lol

Oh yah. Bluesman I wanted to tell you that I really liked your story. That is crazy! It's funny how years and years go by and so many things have happened on the in between, but when you see and old crush again after so long, you still feel that heat in the pit of your stomach. Strange.

We were both 13 but I was two years ahead of her in school, already in second form and she hadn't started high school yet when she moved in across the street. We saw one another whenever we could, but nothing much happened until that school year ended and we were out for Summer holiday. My mother was still doing most of her shopping in New Orleans, so sometimes she would be gone all day. My dad worked all day. Teresa and I would set up a Monopoly game on our kitchen table and start playing. Every hour, within about a ten minute window, Teresa's mother would come over to check on us and we would be sitting at the table innocently playing the game.

Two years later I graduated high school and started university. I didn't see her again. I heard later she was married, had about five kids, was seriously overweight, and no longer the little girl I was in love with at 13.

Teresa was not the first girl I knew, but the first I really cared about.

Life has a way of teaching you things and some of those lessons are hard learnt. It's a growing up thing and when we look back sometimes you wonder what all the fuss was about ?
thanks for sharing

You got that right, bro.