First Crush, First Kiss

Eight-year-old Max drags into his mother’s kitchen, clearly despondent and more than a bit worried.

“What’s wrong?” Mom asks.

Max shakes his head in despair and amazement at the predicament he’s in. 

“Sarah – you know Sarah, right, Mom?”

Mom nods while she stirs something on the stove.

“Sarah says I’m her boyfriend now.”

His handsome face wrinkles in perplexity.  “And now that I’m her boyfriend, tomorrow I have to bring her two packages of silly bands and a white rose.”

A long, silent pause while Mom scouts for an appropriate answer and struggles not to laugh.

“Mom, this is just too much pressure!” Max wails as he storms from the room.

 

And so it starts – that strange relationship dance between the male and female of the species.  Poor Max, little does he know that it will get much worse before it gets better.

 

Do you remember your first crush? 

I do.  Paul.  Third grade.  In Berlin, Germany.  I was seven. 

Paul had three missing fingers on his right hand, and somehow that anomaly both fascinated and excited me.  I’d found my first alpha hero.  Paul must’ve done something romantically dangerous to have lost – not one, nor two – but three fingers! 

I never questioned what traumatic event might have caused the loss of his fingers, but I weaved a terrible tale of fantasy around it.  And loved Paul forever.

 

Flash ahead to my twelfth birthday party.  I’d fallen in love with Tommy and managed to maintain this crush until I was graduated from high school.  I’m faithful if nothing else.  Tommy was every mother’s dream.  He was smart, athletic, and well-mannered. 

We played Spin-the-Bottle at that party and guess what?  I got to kiss Tommy.  My first kiss. 

I think he was too polite to say no.

 

What about you?  Do you remember your first crush?  Your first kiss?  Who was it with and how did you react?

 

 

Comments

55 thoughts on “First Crush, First Kiss

  1. 1
    Barb says:

    Looks like he is staying here … he has more tim tams to eat lol

  2. 2
    Barb says:

    I can’t remember that i even had a crush or kiss it is so long ago lol ….. I had a few friends boys and girls and maybe a crush but no kisses

  3. 3
    Pat Cochran says:

    Congratulations, Barb! Enjoy another day
    with our rascally rooster!

    Pat C.

  4. 4
    Helen says:

    Jo

    They are so cute when this happens Jayden gets very annoyed when is sister starts telling us all that he has 2 girlfriends not happy LOL.

    My first crush was on a boy named Neil when I was in grade 2 and he used to ride to my place on his bike after school very cool and he did kiss me on the cheek once. Then a long while later there was Owen when I was about 14 and I would say he was the first boy that kissed me not very exciting as I remember LOL. This all brings back memories

    Have Fun
    Helen

    • 4.1
      Jo Robertson says:

      Good memories, Helen. How old is Jayden now? They’re so darling when they’re very young and like each other. My grands Sydney (girl) and Max grew up together and were sure they were going to marry each other (they’re 11 now) and then learned about genetics and how they’re cousins!

      That first kiss is often a disappointment, isn’t it. Especially if no one knows what they’re doing!

  5. 5

    Jo, what a lovely post. I remember my first crush – must have been very early primary school and I had a crush on the oldest son of the farmer next door. Needless to say, he didn’t even know I existed in my seven or eight year old glory. Actually I think I had a crush even before that – my godmother’s grandson was called Geoffrey and I thought he was the absolute bee’s knees. Must have been about five. He was tall and dark and handsome and surprisingly tolerant of my annoying ways (he DID know I was alive – I made sure of that, poor guy!). Clearly I was born to have crushes! And on older men at that! ;-)

    • 5.1
      Jo Robertson says:

      Darling stories, Anna! And I think we sort of know even when we’re young that “safe crushes” are the best. I crushed on my older cousins a lot when I was younger. They were teens and always pulling pranks on me, and although they scared me to death, I adored them.

      Sadly, the oldest just passed away this year.

  6. 6
    Mary Preston says:

    I was about 10 when I had my first crush. He was the shy boy in class, but I was bold enough for the two of us. We used to have dancing once a week – think folk & Regency ballroom dancing. I would grab my love & off we’d go. It was compulsory, so he was my captive for that hour each week. He loathed it. I loved it.

    Our teacher had a great love of music, so the dancing was an extension of that. He was also my Father.

    • 6.1
      Jo Robertson says:

      Ay, what a bold, wee lass you were Mary.

      And no fair! You had an up with the teacher, him being your father. How was it having your parent be your teacher. I can’t even imagine as my dad was a master sergeant and very strict!

  7. 7
    Amy Conley says:

    OMG I my first crush and first kiss were with the same guy. I think his name was Richard and I was 5 or 6, in kindergarden. I would chase him around at recess, and as soon as I caught him I kissed him. He let me get away with one kiss, but the second kiss was a bit different. I got punched, in the eye. Just so happens I have a permanent reminder of that first kiss since the next day was picture day.

    • 7.1
      Jo Robertson says:

      OMG, Amy, did you actually get a black eye??!!

      You were a spirited girl, all right. Funny that he let you kiss him once and then decked you. Boys! They’re so unpredictable.

      What a great story to tell (and show) your children!

  8. 8
    Deb says:

    My very first crush was on a boy named Mike and we went all through elementary school together. I remember that he commented on a picture I had painted in Art class (it was a Halloween scene and we had to wash over it in gray watercolor). My little, fluttering heart pounded with pride, LOL.

    Then, we moved to the farm and I transferred that fluttering heart to Kent. Ooh, my. Brown hair, brown eyes, big smile that fluttered my heart all through high school and the first 2 years of college.

    My first kiss was by the Campanile my junior year of college and it was….horrid. Yuck. No details needed.

    BUT, then, I found my true love….Very late in life at age 32, married him when I was 35, and we’ve been married 14 1/2 years. :) Ha, just told you my age in a round-about way!

    • 8.1
      Jo Robertson says:

      You got tricked about the age thing, Pat, but no worry — no one will believe you’re that age; you look so much younger!

      Color me dumb, but what’s “the Campanile”?

      • 8.1.1
        Deb says:

        The Campanile is a big clock tower in the middle of campus that chimes on the hour. On Sunday nights, one of the music profs would climb to the very top and play music on the chimes for a half-hour or so. It’s on the University of Northern Iowa campus.

  9. 9
    Jo Robertson says:

    Good morning, everyone! I was a bit late getting here this morning. I slep in until 7:-00 am! Dr. Big gets up at 5:00 (double ugh!), so I feel like a slug-a-bed.

  10. 10
    Jo Robertson says:

    After reading all your comments, I realized what an important part of growing up a first crush is to young girls. I have 4 13-year olds, three girls and one boy. Not so sure about Hayden as he plays his cards very close to the chest, but the girls — Grace, Corinna, and Ellie are very into boy bands.

    The new hot one, of course, is One Direction (1D) and every young girl between 9-15 seems to have her favorite one of the five Irish (Niall) and 4 British boys. Niall is Corinna’s fave. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

    I’d go for anyone with a lovely accent!

  11. 11
    Jo Robertson says:

    Did any of you crush on boy bands or movie stars or celebrities when you were younger? I must admit that I was a terrific Beatles fan, but then I STILL think they were the cat’s meow of all bands EVER.

    • 11.1
      Deb says:

      Donny Osmond (“Puppy Love”), Tony DeFranco, and “Peter Brady”—because he looked like Kent from HS! ;)

      • 11.1.1
        Jo Robertson says:

        I used to love to watch Donny and Marie — loved their “I’m a little bit country; I’m a little bit rock and roll.”

        • 11.1.1.1
          Amy Conley says:

          Donny Osmond and David Cassidy. Still love them both. Also Davy Jones and of course Paul. I’ve seen Davy and David in person, more than once. Davy was a lovely man. David is still hot and on my “list”.

          • 11.1.1.1.1
            Jo Robertson says:

            Some of them never lose their “hotness,” do they LOL?

          • 11.1.1.1.2
            AmyConley says:

            Nope, specially when I switched places with David Cassidy and I was on stage and he was standing in my chair and all I had to hold onto were his buns. OMG I can’t believe I could walk outta the place after that. And he got right in front of me when he sang CHERISH. Can you say “melt”?

  12. 12
    Cassondra says:

    Hi Jo,

    I admit that I do remember my first crush–at least my first crush on a boy my age. I was 11, in 6th grade. He sent me a note that said, I like you if you like me, check yes or no with two boxes to check. I checked no because I was afraid to check yes. That was dumb, because at our 10 year reunion, he was the hottest guy in the place, let me tell you!

    I remember a couple of early kisses, but neither were any good, and I admit that I’m not sure I remember my first one. Says something for the technique of the kisser–or maybe there was just no chemistry. Some people seem to enjoy a good kiss no matter what, but I’ve always needed the chemistry and I don’t have that with just anybody.

    I tend to write heroines who don’t have chemistry with just anybody either. Hmmm….I just now put that together. Interesting.

    Oh and the first celebrity crush I remember was Davy Jones from the Monkees. I was too little to remember that show on prime time tv, but I watched the reruns on Saturday mornings after the cartoons went off.

  13. 13
    Dianna aka Hrdwrkdmom says:

    Sigh:::::his name was Alvin, blonde haired, blue eyed. It was the last day of third grade and he had chased me around the playground all day. As I went around the end of the building that separated the playgrounds he caught me, told me he loved me and planted a very sticky peanut butter and jelly kiss on my mouth. Time froze just for an instant then I drew back my fist and knocked him on his butt! You guys know I like a feisty heroine.
    He loved me for two years and I lost a lot of weight I could ill afford because if we were outside I was out-running him . I got a severe case of poison ivy because a friend told me if you wrote boy`s name with it and he loved you it would break out. Needless to say Alvin loved me a lot. He moved away before the beginning of 6th grade

    • 13.1
      Jo Robertson says:

      Dianna, what a poignant story! I can just imagine you decking that poor little boy! Feisty heroines, GO!!

    • 13.2
      Cassondra says:

      Oh, Dianna, what a wonderful story!

      OMG….you could write a romance about love rekindled many years later, with that poison ivy in it.

  14. 14

    What a sweet post, Jo! My first crush was Stephen White, third grade. And it was mutual, he liked me, too. Awwww!! And he was an alpha male, too, Jo. Tough, freckle-faced, spiky hair. LOL.

    I was in love with all four Beatles and back then, no other celebrity stood a chance with me. These days, though, I’m willing to admit that the guys in One Direction are awfully cute. :-)

    • 14.1
      Cassondra says:

      Kate, I never have figured out why there is so much hate for modern boy bands. I like some of the Back Street Boys music, and they’re all cutiepies. And I like all kinds of music and feel qualified to say when it’s decent. (I also like AC/DC and Alice Cooper, so it’s not a wuss thing). I don’t know 1D, but now I think I’ll have to go check them out.

    • 14.2
      Jo Robertson says:

      Awww, the spikey hair always got me, Kate!

      And the freckles. Very Huckleberry Finn-ish.

  15. 15
    Louisa says:

    Oh I loved this post! How sweet! Poor little Max!

    My first crush was Joey Hale. We were in the first grade together. His sister was my best friend. I remember he was very sweet and sort of quiet. But they were transferred to Alaska the next year and I never heard from them after that.

    I THINK my first kiss was Randy Hart who also took me to my first dance. I was twelve. I don’t remember much about it so it mustn’t have been too bad! LOL

    Of course I had a terrible crush on Davy Jones of the Monkees for years!

    • 15.1
      Cassondra says:

      High five Louisa on Davy Jones!

      I was so sad to hear of his passing this year. Tells you you’re mortal and getting older, when your boy crushes go to sing in the heavenly rock and roll band doesn’t it?

      • 15.1.1
        Louisa says:

        I know exactly what you mean! I was heartbroken when I heard it. Just teaches us the world is infinite, but we are not, save in the memories of those whose lives we touch. Davy Jones definitely touched my life.

      • 15.1.2
        Jo Robertson says:

        OMG, Cassondra. And so many music people passed this year, it seems. Makes me feel even ancient!

    • 15.2
      Jo Robertson says:

      Hey, hey, the Monkees are really in sync today. At least Davy Jones!

  16. 16

    Jo –
    What a sweet post! I think I remember my first crush. His first name was Steve but I honestly can’t remember his last. It was a love of convenience as he lived across the alley from me – the alley being where all the kids of all ages gathered to play, gossip, socialize. I remember his older sister taught me to twirl a baton. I can’t remember why I fixated on this young man, but I think I did. We moved from the Baltimore row house when I was in fifth grade, There were others of course. Necessary to suffer through those so one can recognize the real thing when it comes along. Hmmm…wonder what he’s doing now?

    • 16.1
      Jo Robertson says:

      It’s is funny how we can remember their faces, or their first names, but rarely their last? I remember Paul, bu thave no idea what his last name is. I think I still have an old school group picture and he’s in the front row sitting criss-cross.

  17. 17
    Pat Cochran says:

    My first crush was in the 1st grade. No
    romance, as Sidney was left behind when
    I was moved to the 2nd grade a few weeks
    later. Several crushes ensued over the
    years until my first real boyfriend as a senior
    in high school. (P.S. He broke my heart!) Lots
    of frogs were kissed before I met Honey in
    1959. Nothing special until then!!!

    Pat C.

    • 17.1
      Jo Robertson says:

      Those high school boys always break your hearts! They grow up or you grow up. Some high school romances stick though. My mom said when she first saw my dad at age fourteen, she told her mom, “That’s the man I’m going to marry.”

      And she did!

  18. 18
    catslady says:

    I had some minor crushes but did nothing and told no one about them. I know a couple boys had crushes on me and one was my neighbor – he felt like a brother to me so yuk lol. My first “real” kiss came when I had just turned 16 (he was just 18 and the new kid) and it was some kiss because I married the guy 2 1/2 yrs. later and it’s been 42 1/2 years of marriage lol.

  19. 19

    Jo, what a cute post! My first crush was too long ago to remember, as was my first kiss. My first real kiss was from my first boyfriend, when I was 16.

  20. 20
    Jo Robertson says:

    You really were sweet sixteen and never been kissed, then, huh, Nancy?

    I don’t count that kiss when I was 12, so my first real kiss was at age seventeen. I was very shy!

  21. 21
    Mozette says:

    My first boyfriend was at the young and tender age of 6. Ashley Shore knocked me over while I was walking to the library with an arm full of books on his way to playing tag in the playground. His friends though it was icky to play with girls, while he stopped to help me. Then, that turned into having a lunch together – for about a year. We saw each other outside of school too … but his friends and classmates hated it.

    And why? Well, it was because he was a year older than me… one stupid, measly year… and his friends made our lives hell at school. They picked, made rumours and caused us to break up… it was awful.

    Then, one day, while I was in grade 4 and he was in grade 6, I went to toilets during class and happened to walk past his class while Mr Sparks had it outside (it was a very hot day) and his friends still picked about how we were together. Ashley still liked me and me him. Well, Mr Sparks waited for me to return from the girls’ toilets and told his class what they thought what they thought was icky and horrible now, would be something that would be accepted when they were older – much older – and for Ashley and me to find each other now should have been a sweet thing, but they turned it into something perverted, forcing us to split up because of peer group pressure. He was totally digusted in his class for doing what they did – especially seeing my friends didn’t do anything to split us up. They though Ashley was cute.

    My first kiss wasn’t anything to write home about. I was 16. He was 18. It was over the Easter Holidays. He had jsut downed a beer, had a smoke and kissed me…. YUK!

    • 21.1
      Mozette says:

      damned computer! it finished my comment before I was finished… I hit the tab key by accident.

      I’m not on my own computer.

      Anyway, I asked him if I could puke on him and he got all embarrassed. Then…. he asked if I’d like a cup of coffee back at his van (which was devoid of the guys he was sharing it with) and I knew what he was really after…. my virginity… so I said, “Well, my cup of coffee isn’t your cup of coffee… he didn’t get it and I asked to be walked back to my caravan.”

      Silly boy… even at the age of 16, I was way ahead of most guys older than me. :D