Let's call him Doogie.
He was 19 when I was 15 and had a major crush on him. It's hard to say what it was that I found so crushworthy, but I clearly recall how there was just something about HIM that set HIM apart from all the rest. Whenever he appeared in my line of sight, I could practically feel the skipped beat of my heart and the dilation of my pupils. What the...? I was fifteen!
He was actually kind of a "pretty boy", not my usual preference. Designer jeans, just right hair. He drove a very unique, pretty car, none other like it in town. Seeing the car caused the same physical response in me that seeing Doogie caused.
I brazenly asked him to go with me to my high school's homecoming dance (he couldn't ask me, he'd already graduated!). He accepted and countered by asking to take me to the football game the night before the dance. From then on, we were a couple. For a while.
Looking back, I wonder what my parents thought. I'm sure my mother wasn't happy about such an "older" man/boy. I don't think my mother would've been happy with anyone for me when I was 15. But I don't remember her saying anything specific about it. We lived in a small town. Everyone knew everybody else. The whole town had eyes. Doogies' dad cut my dad's hair.
I didn't love Doogie. Just puppy loved him, I guess. We didn't last beyond puppydom. But still, whenever I hear George Benson, I think of Doogie.
And so, my first crush, my first boyfriend - not counting Frank, whom I "married" in first grade. Hmmm.. maybe I really should count Frank?
From NaBloPoMo prompt:
"Tell us about your first crush"