Crush, crush, crush

I was thinking today about all the crushes I've had over the years and how funny they've been. From year seven to eleven at The Royal there was always someone I fancied, even though there were slim pickings. Ah, the good times. There was Triangle Head. The guy with the biggest ego ever, Triangle Head thought he was a real ladies man although he really wasn't. He wasn't even good looking! Oh, that was an embarrassing crush.

Then there was TTG, Tom the Goth! I was in year eight and he was in year eleven and I thought he was just sooo mysterious. In reality he was just an ordinary bloke who dressed up like a goth! I have to say though, he was my favourite crush because something actually happened between the two of us. I thought I was so hardcore hanging out with a guy who was a few years older than me. I don't think you could call what we had an actual relationship, more like friends with benefits before I ever knew what that was. Basically it was just kissing and stuff, but still first and second base was like woah!

And then came Xavier. He was head boy and he was so very cute. I liked him in a very nerdy kind of way, although I always just admired him from a distance. It was very nice to see him at front of chapel every morning, in the pews with the choir. I even think I sat next to him a couple of times. Impressive!

Oh, and then there was good old Mr.P, the physics teacher. When I say it like that it makes him sound like a stuffy old man, but oh god, he so wasn't. He was an English gentleman. I don't really know how old he was, but he was in his twenties. He had a cool dress sense. He'd wear bow ties that were pink and stuff. The best thing was when he wore his graduation gown to the special occassions. That is one of the sexiest gowns, ever. I sound a bit like a stalker, and I guess I was a little bit. I was so chuffed when he started taking us for physics. It was like I'd struck gold! I remember me and my friend 'accidentally' dropped a pen off the table so he would bend over and pick it up! Cringe!

There was J, but he was very brief. He was very cute and we used to chat on MSN, but never at school. We danced together at the disco to 'Hey Ya!' by Outkast and when 'Push it' came on we just looked uncomfortable and walked off.

And then there was Study Buddy. Oh dear. No one really knew about him, other than close friends. He was the one I really thought I'd struck gold with. I don't really want to go into him. :/

At college I haven't really had any crushes like that. Maybe it was the close environment which just kind of thrust everyone upon you. You could see someone you liked almost every day whereas at college you probably would only see them a couple times a week, if that. I did have one crush, he didn't really have a nickname. I'll call him D here. He was very cute. I remember first seeing him at the bus stop (he took the same bus as me) and instantly taking a like to him. And then I got to hang out with him a bit, in a very loose sense, in a certain subject and that was cool. He was just a nice guy all round, I guess.

There was another guy. We did Drama together in the first year. I don't want to say too much in case too many people catch on. Let's just say I longed to play Blanche! Haha! I still think he is attractive but there is not much point in even pushing it because we are all going our separate ways soon.

And then we come to R. Oh, R! There was year 8 or 9 when we went out for about two days. I remember how that came about. We were sitting in the canteen at lunch and we dared one of our friends, I think it was Kat, to eat a piece of fruit with spaghetti bolognaise on. She said she would only do it if I asked R out in front of all the guys he was sitting with. So I agreed and she ate the damn fruity bolognaise, so I had to keep up my end of the bargain! I waddled up to the table and asked them. Of course, being boys they all sniggered. I can't remember what he said, but he didn't say yes or no. Later on in IT he kicked me and typed 'yes' into his computer. Turns out we were both doing what we were doing for a dare. This is only why we lasted a couple of days.

Then I remember texting him that time and he asked me to go to the cinema. I asked him what he wanted to see and he said the cheesiest thing - 'Your face.' Ahh! So we went and saw War of the Worlds (such a romantic film!) and he put his arm around me. My heart was pounding so much. So I guess from then on we kind of fell into a relationship although for the whole duration we never kissed! He came to my birthday party (which was in August, before my actual birthday) and we were supposed to be sleeping in the same tent. I remember he fell asleep with his arm around me and it was so heavy! It's like he became a dead weight! I lay there and tried to push his arm off only to have it slide dangerously close to my neck. That is when I thought it was time for me to leave. Our awkwardness and childishness was what broke us up in the end. We were only young and we both weren't very confident, so I figured there probably wouldn't be much difference if we just broke up. My timing wasn't so good. I broke up with him on my birthday, not knowing that he had arranged to come for a meal with me and my sister in the evening! I remember Katie saying 'Seriously, don't break up with him today. Leave it for some other time.' and I just didn't listen.

Who knew that he would end up coming to Kind Ed's with me and we would be best friends? And although he's off to Cambridge and I'm off to Hull, I still hope in the future we will meet up and realise we were meant to be together.

And before that there was Marc. Oh, how I loved Marc. Now that is a bit complicated. Me and my sister live in a place where, when we were growing up, the majority of kids were boys. This meant that we were always hanging out with guys. We befriended this trio, which Marc was a part of. They were a little older than us. I think Marc is in his twenties now. But it was fun to hang out with them all the same. I'd always liked Marc. He was cute, tall, dark, etc. He was a very good looking guy. I was heart broken when him and my sister got together. And that's where I'll leave that, eh?

Oh, at that ends the chronicling of my crushes. I find it fun to think back on those times, where those microcosms seemed like our worlds.