Love can be a real royal pain in the nether regions of your anatomy. You can make some really stupid decisions because of love or because of what you think is love at one time but sadly find out it
So what's sweeter and more romantic than a first crush/love/infatuation?
It was the summer when I was 11 or 12. My first introduction was made on the way back in from pulling the crabpots. Even at 11 you don't want cute boys seeing you with your hair messed up and smelling of dead rotten fish but aboard Pepop's boat Pigpen there wasn't much room to freshen up. We docked briefly at the community pier to say hello to one of Pepop's friends and share information about the day's haul. I can't really tell you what exactly was said because I was hearing angels singing the Hallelujah chorus as I stared at the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen. Craig. (I won't use last names because frankly I would be mortified if he ever stumbled upon this and read it or something). Craig was the grandson of one of the residents on Sturgeon Creek. I think I nodded at our introduction though to be completely honest, I might have been standing with a gaping mouth and mass quantities of drool running down my chin right before my face changed into a cartoon wolf's head and I yelled "arrrroooooogaaahhhh" (give me a break, cartoons were my only frame of reference at the time... ok and still are basically).
We'll skip a few weeks ahead to the vacation I took with my cousin Kelly. In the weeks prior to the trip, I had spent many a phone call filling her in on the hunk living on the Point. I'm pretty sure I probably got in trouble for the phone bill (at some point my mom insituted the timed phone call... but I'd turn back the timer a minute here and there....) Anyway, back in Deltaville, Kelly and I managed to catch a glimpse of Craig, which wasn't hard to do since we
The next day brought gorgeous weather which was perfect for our outdoor meeting. We put on
We were down but not out. No, we decided to up the game a bit. So we wrote another letter insisting he must come alone and set up another meeting. To up the ante a bit I donned Grandmother's Azalea pink lipstick and kissed the bottom of the page. We also used a small amount of her perfume (Elizabeth Taylor's Poison) to make it smell nice. I think the affect was more a pink jelly fish looking smudge that smelled like a Texas whorehouse. Perfect.
Of course the delivery of the letter required more thought. We couldn't use Mrs. W again (the traitor) so we had to figure out a way to deliver it ourselves. My aunt walked with us one evening and there in Craig's grandfather's backyard working on his van was Craig's older brother. Aunt Patsy suggested we walk over and ask him to deliver the note to his brother. She claimed it would make us look more mature (believe me, we still don't look mature...). So we gathered up the courage and did just that. And ran giggling back up to the road- so much for mature.
The meeting happened the next day and went more the way we wanted it too. He was there and waiting, we had a great conversation. I remember he talked about eating Wheaties. And seriously, that's all I remember about it. That and I spent the rest of the summer listening to Lionel Richie's "Hello" and thinking about Craig. We never saw him much after that. I think I was 16 the next time I really saw him. Funny, he was more interested then, but I had moved on. But you never forget those first summer romances, or the invaluable lessons on