I remember my first crush on a very fine man... a man who everyday like clockwork serenaded me as he changed his shoes and zipped up his cardigan sweater. Because of him, I learned how crayons were made, how to make blocks out of milk cartons, and learned of the Land of Make Believe. Mr. Rogers was all that and more for me.
And then there was Richard. Cute boy in my first grade class. He was in my Dad's group when our class when on a field trip to the zoo. He told my dad he had "crispy hands." Richard's finest quality in my mind was his speech impediment. He had issues with the letter "R" and I loved listening to him as he shared at Show and Tell. It took him about a minute to get out his name. "RRRRRRRRichaRRRRRd." I loved it. I wonder if my own visits to Mr. Reed the school speech pathologist were due to unconscious attempts on my part to speak with the same sexy stutter. Probably not. He also wore an acid wash jacket with fleece lining that I found very nice.
I should also note now that my second grade crush (and the boy whom gave me my first kiss in sixth grade during a round of Spin the Bottle in my best friend's basement) was a boy named Ryan who ate glue and I witnessed leaving more than one booger under his desk. The glue though. Wow. The way it got all over his matching sweatshirt and sweat pants before consumption. Be still my beating heart.
I would like to say the qualities that causes my heart to go pitter-patter now have improved greatly since the days of elementary school when all a boy had to do to get my attention was flip his shoe in the air while singing of the neighborhood's beauty or smear some Elmer's on his pants. And I do believe they have matured to an extent which probably comes more from the practicality of getting older and realizing boogers under the furniture is so not cool.
One of the last boys (I suppose they want to be called MEN now) to trigger some serious heart twitters in me asked me what kind of guy I was attracted to... in my bold and very cori-like way, I responded by writing the reasons I was attracted to him. Now, of course, I am wondering if I should have added an adendum that read "guys I find attractive are guys that know what they want. (And what they want, of course, is a beautiful friendship with me. That is, if thats what I want too. Haha.)
Anyways, as I reminice over the boys I have loved in my child-like innocence and the latest string of men who have left my heart disappointed... I wonder if I will ever meet someone who will make Mr. Rogers and Richard and Ryan pale in comparison to their awesomeness.
Or maybe I have already.
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