Janet at The Art of Getting By has asked, in her Tell it to Me Tuesday post about first crushes. Not the fairytale kind where you wind up getting married and living happily ever after, but the other kind. Where you're invisible. Or things go horribly wrong.
Mine's actually boring. The invisible kind. I was in high school, freshman year. He'd been held back and the next year he disappeared (I suspect that he dropped out of school). He had long strawberry blonde hair, light blue eyes and wore bell-bottom jeans with a tee-shirt and a long-sleeved chambray shirt over it - the ultimate cool uniform at my school. I was friends with his sister, and spoke to him on occasion, but never confessed my feelings. I would just gaze longingly at his bus as it drove by the corner where I waited for my mom to pick me up. My brothers never knew the name of the guy, but always called him "Bus 66" when teasing me.
Out of curiosity, I googled him. I know for a fact that he's not the fencing champion. The picture looks NOTHING like him. But he could possibly be a computer professor at Georgetown. The picture is close, but the guy has short hair and looks remarkably like my mother's cousin Fred. Somehow, that doesn't seem likely either, but hey - I don't look much like I did in high school either!