Hey psycat-
Da Doo Run Run Run
Da Doo Run Run.
Noah Hathaway, the very pretty boy who was Atreju in The Neverending Story.
“I like toast.”
Mr. Butterfield, my eighth grade journalism teacher.
Of course I tortured him mercilessly, because I was the sort of kid who is euphemistically called an “underachiever,” and I would have been ashamed to admit I even liked a teacher. I’ve often been tempted to go back and thank him for putting up with me, but since the sight of my old intermediate school still makes me shudder, I probably never will.
“And thanks agin fur the plague, Porpentine.”
– mr. john
Morrissey.
My third grade English teacher.
The Halloween she dressed up like Wonder Woman, I could have died happy, I was in heaven.
You say “cheesy” like that’s a BAD thing.
Easy one. I’ve been mad for Shirley Jones ever since the first time I saw The Cheyenne Social Club.
My wife also has it bad for Harrison Ford. This explains the Han Solo costume hanging in my closet.
My favorite fantasy woman is Jacqueline Bissett. Lovely to look at and a beautiful accent.
My first true love was a girl named Sherry I met freshamn year of college.
My favorite love of all is the woman I married. I am truly a lucky guy.
John
Then he got up on top
With a tip of his hat.
“I call this game FUN-IN- A-BOX”
Said the cat.
-The Cat in the Hat
Jim Morrison
I had a thing for the lead singers in the hair bands from the 80s… Bret Michaels, Jani Lane, Taime Downe, etc. The list goes on and on.
My first “attainable” true love was Sean… the man I’m dating now. We dated for a few months back in 1991 when I was 16 and he was 19. We broke up and he started dating the girl across the street from me. They eventually got married and I married someone else and we both just got divorced last year and hooked up again! It’s been great.
That John Denver’s full of shit man!
my first ‘puppy-love’ was with this girl who took my bus when I was in 3rd grade… she was in 1st…
I forget her name now, but I’m sure I could find her easily in my grad yearbook…
she had the most gorgeous blue eyes… and really long brown hair…
now, as to my first true love, that’s an easy one… my wife
and my second true love would be the little girl sleeping in the bedroom next to mine… she’s only three and a half, and she’s already stolen my heart…
I don’t suffer from insanity…
I enjoy every minute of it!
Harrison Ford - Han Solo!!! Going back, Paul McCartney. David Cassidy. AdamAnt (don’t laugh). OK, I’m getting off track here…my very first love, the one that made me sit up and say, who IS this person, is Peter O’Toole in Lawrence of Arabia.
Christi Self and then Mrs. Killian my 6th grade teacher. My next real crush wasn’t until I was 20ish on Mrs. Melania Alexander. She was my English teacher, 34ish, married w/kids. But, by god, if I mention her to anyone who went to that school they know exactly who I am talking about. She’s the finest woman I’ve ever seen bar none and an educated woman too!!! I still get teary eyed just thinking about her, seriously. Just thinking about her makes believe in God. She’s the difference between agnosticism and atheism.
She was a pretty woman in her late 20s, with LONG brown, shiny hair that smelled of green apples, and she had large, expressive, caring brown eyes, full lips and a pixie nose. She wore black, long sleeved blouses with granny skirts and those cool square toed wedge shoes and had the best legs and behind I have ever come across.
This was in the 70s and she was a psychological major and swept me off of my feet when I wasn’t looking, taught me about easy listening music, candles, waterbeds and what it was like for someone to really care for me. Her name was Diane Moorman and even today I can feel the soft touch of her hands, the very first, firm and unexpected hug she gave me, recall the scent and touch of her always clean hair and the exotic, erotic, caring and intelligent smoldering look she could give me from time to time. I can still fell her lips on mine, recall the fresh taste to her mouth and how she felt in my arms. I can recall the many magical nights in her waterbed – the first one I had ever been in. I can recall her soft and warm voice and how incredibly beautiful she was when back lit by soft lights and nude. I’ve tried to track her down for almost 20 years now, but lost her in Cincinnati, Ohio.
I just want to tell her ‘thank you’ for making such an impression in my life ages ago and teaching me so many things which still quide me today.
Matt Robertson. He was assigned the masking tape square diagonal from mine in first grade. Matt knew all about dinosaurs, wanted to be an astronaut, and was cute, too. I absolutely adored that boy, and kissed him every single day for about three months.
Now, he’s one of my closest friends. I still get teased about that whole kissing thing.
-Lanna
Category One: Celebrities
The first person I ever had a crush on was Simon LeBon from Duran Duran. I was 12, and saw the video “Hungry Like the Wolf” on Friday Night Videos (MTV hadn’t come to our cable company yet). I was lost from that moment forward. This was a full-blown can’t-imagine-spending-another-day-without-meeting-him-in-person celebrity crush. The kind that makes teenage girls despair and realize that all the boys they know in real life are hopelessly inadequate because they could never live up to our internal images of this pop-star god. People we will never meet always seem so perfect. They can be anything we want them to be. This crush lasted for a good 3 years. I later had concurrent crushes on Harrison Ford and Sting, but they really didn’t compare.
Category Two: Real Life
Derrick Marshall, 6th grade. During the early stages of my Simon LeBon crush. We had 2d period study hall together (he was in 7th grade). I liked him all year, and my sister convinced him to skate with me at the last Roller Skating Party of the school year (hey, it was 1982, what else can you expect for small-town entertainment?). He seemed to like me, and we hung out on lunch for the last 3 weeks of school. He tried to kiss me and I wouldn’t let him (this is foreshadowing - read on). I wrote tons of letters to him while I was away at camp that summer, but when school started again, he had his cousin give back to me all the letters that I wrote, and he never spoke to me again. Did wonders for my nascent self-esteem. So my first real life crush was also my first broken heart. sniffle Later that year I found out he had a hopeless crush on a new girl in school, but she wouldn’t have anything to do with him. I relished his torment and hated her, too.
The first guy I loved who loved me back and told me so was Max, and I broke his heart.
All’s fair in love and war, eh?
Andrew Winter. He was in my class from kindergarden to grade three. He always gave me a pink plastic rose on my birthday and a christmas present. I still have those faded dusty roses, and the last gift from him was a china bell christmas ornament, which holds a special place on my christmas tree near the top.
We moved in the middle of grade three and that was the last I saw of Andrew…but sometimes I still wonder about him.
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
Spin, from Spin & Marty on the Mickey Mouse Club, then Elvis – then a big gap in time when there wasn’t any time to be in “love” – Frank Langella’s version of Dracula. Now it’s Andy Sipowicz.
Yep. I’m old.
Jacklyn Smith on Charlie’s Angels. Oooh, baby. And my fourth grade teacher. No wonder I was teacher’s pet.
Pervert! 
My first crush was on… erm… Bonnie Tyler. Or more accurately, it was on the disembodied head of Ms. Tyler as seen on the album cover Faster Than the Speed of Night. I think I was in about 3rd grade or so at the time.
My first real life crush was on this one girl named Alison in my 4-5th grade classes. I’m sure she was a nice girl, but looking back on it, I have no idea why in the world I had a crush on her. Oh well. Her mother was a librarian, so maybe I was angling for the additional grade school power I could get by dating her.
“I guess one person can make a difference, although most of the time they probably shouldn’t.”