In honor of Valentine's Day (and our latest contest, The Crush) we've asked some of our employees to spill the beans on their crushes—past and present.
Employee: Nicole Avignone
Title: Assistant Buyer for Men's Wovens and Outerwear
"My first crush was in the sixth grade. I was a boy-crazed tween whose interests were compiled of tasteful things such as boy-bands, chatting on AOL Instant Messager, The Spice Girls, and Barbies (which I secretly still played with). His name was Timmy he had blonde hair styled in a mushroom cut, he played every sport from soccer to baseball, and was super studious. Needless to say I was positively smitten with him.
I finally got up the nerve to ask him out (which back then meant absolutely nothing, because you still wouldn’t even talk in the hallway, or on the phone, or ever actually go “out” anywhere) in a note that I folded up into one of those weird triangle origami things. My best friend passed it to his best friend in between periods. I anxiously awaited the end of the day where my friend gave me his reply note, a brief explanation of “Yes” he’d be my boyfriend, in sloppy 6th grade cursive handwriting. It was official! (This still, meant absolutely nothing.)
After many, many, many weeks we spoke in person. He walked me to my bus after school and held my hand! I wrote about it in my Lisa Frank diary that night.
Many, many, many weeks after that I finally got up the nerve to kiss him at our daily bus-goodbye. This was my first kiss. I daydreamed about it for as long as I could remember. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening! We stood there in front of my bus and I closed my eyes and went in for my very first kiss. As this being my first kiss I had absolutely no inclination of how to aim for someone’s lips with my eyes already closed, so my first kiss was with his ear!
Yes, his ear. In front of my entire middle school bus.
It’s safe to say that it didn’t work out. And that my mom drove me to school for the next week."
Don't miss the chance to see Maurica Rodriquez at The Yannis Pappas Show on September 8th and 9th at the Times Square Arts Center (42nd Street and 8th Avenue). Catch her now because before you know it, she'll be keepin' it rigorous in Westchesta and shit. Das it!
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Can you believe it has already been 10 years since Wet Hot American Summer came out? Neither can we! It seems like just yesterday Paul Rudd was lip-locking all the ladies at camp and Detective Stabler was smearing mud on his ass. Re-live this classic by checking out the Tenth Anniversary Events, including a gallery of awesome prints and original paintings at Gallery 1988. Also, hope and pray that the planning of a prequel works out!