From Philadelphia

The Crush: First Kiss; Slightly Uneventful

"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. 

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