First crushes were when I was young enough to still play "house" with neighborhood girls. I was always the "guy" and always Daddy. Somethings never change.
First girlfriend was fourth grade at 4-H camp. She thought I was a guy and I let her think that. We were in separate dorms, so I would walk her to hers then scurry back to mine, praying I never got "made".
First love, I was a jr in hs. She was a young teacher, just out of college. It was an affair that lasted a year and a half, filled with all of the angst of not knowing what we were doing and even whom we were. It "ended" as I was given the choice by my mother ( who had read my journals) that I leave school or she would expose teacher/lover to school board. I quit and went to Job Corps. I never told teacher at the time why I was leaving, I felt such a need to protect her. I didn't speak to my mother for 7 years after that. Teacher and I had a couple of rendezvous' over the next couple of years, but she went on to marry and raise three children.
30 years later, we became re-acquainted through the wonder of FB. She is now in a loving relationship with a woman and living her truth. We have reconnected in the most blessed way. Life is truly a large circle of comings and goings.

In elementary school(around 11 yrs old) my best friend E***** and I were together all the time. One day after riding bikes I felt this overwhelming urge to kiss her. Her response was "Ewww what are you doing?!" Oh, um ha ha nothing, uh, just joking around.........


Fast forward to college. My roommates and friends were all enjoying the hyper hetero sex fest. And I just didn't get it. Couldn't understand all the fuss they buzzed about. Then one day I noticed this girl in class. She was all short hair and rainbows. Unlike any one I had ever met. And I wanted to sit by her, and I wanted to talk to her, and I couldn't figure out why!
Then one day I came to class after work with a snack as I usually did since my work shift was right before class. This time it was a big juicy pear. And she said "you know, you make everything you eat look so good"

That was all I needed to hear. My eyes practically rolled back and my toes curled and I knew. And I never looked back.

Of course I never did anything about it with her. At the time I had no idea what to do about it! I did tell her that story a few years ago. She had no idea what she did for me with just one sentence :)

My first serious crush was my mom's friend from church. :) She sang in the church choir. Lucky for me we spent a lot of time with them outside of church. I'm thinking I was 7 or 8 years old. She had the most beautiful brown eyes and hair. I was mesmerized. I crushed on her until they moved away. I wonder if anyone knew :/

I had a clear crush on Samantha from Bewitched. I so wanted to get her away from that oppressive Darren! I wanted her to use her magic and be herself! I clearly felt tingles everytime I watched the show. I asked for her Barbie doll type doll for Christmas and when I got it, I did things to it no one had ever told me about and I had no name for...

I had a "relationship" with my drivers ed teacher. She was in her 20s and clearly butch. CLEARLY. Damn I loved her. However, looking back I see she was a predator and I was just a kid. She had a "relationship" with one of my good friends too at the same time...and pit us against each other. Very strange time in my life.

I knew tho, I was attracted to women as well as men, after that. However, this was at a time when lesbian was a word people didnt even know, let alone say on occassion in the general household. Not like today! I walked around not knowing myself for years and just when i would figure something out about myself, more would get confusing and need unraveling.

I use to feel like i was a creature caught in a trap and needed to chew my leg off to get away from the expectations placed on me culturally. I drank and ended up with a problem. Now I am sober, have figured out that life is a process of unearthing and mining about one's Self. I am 54 and find joy in discovering things about me!

Go figure...
 

My first grade teacher, who oddly enough wasn't blonde. But she was beautiful & when I got to third grade she was my teacher again. She said it was so she could be my teacher. Hmmm. I was sure I was gonna marry her someday. :sunglass:

I had a crush on the teacher's assistant in first grade. She was a high school senior.

When I was a kid, a lot of my friends were madly in love with Bo Duke from the Dukes of Hazzard, little Rick Schroeder from Silver Spoons, or even Michael J. Fox from his Family Ties days. In contrast, I was enthralled with Jo from Facts of Life, Yentl as Anshel in the movie Yentl, and the character, Terry, from an 80's movie called Just One of the Guys that some might remember, a movie about a girl who went in male drag pretending to be a boy for a piece for her school newspaper. Did I mention Anshel from Yentl? I was heartbroken that Anshel and Hadass, Amy Irving's character, did not have sex on their wedding night. How tragic.

And then there was T.

I'd known T since kindergarten. She was the only girl I knew who only ever wore pants all through elementary school, and the fact that she wore pants and a tie and hung out with the boys at the fifth grade dance was really baffling to me. Baffling... yet the sight of that girl with the short hair in that tie standing on the boys' side (because in the fifth grade, we had a self-imposed gender segregation thing going on at the dances) was something I couldn't tear my eyes from. As we went on to middle school and I documented my boy crushes in my diary, I ended many diary entries with a numbered list, "Boys I Like", and more than once I thought to put T on the list, but as a sixth grader, that was a little more than scary to me. Soon, middle school turned to high school and we ran in completely separate circles; I was one of the cheerleaders, and she was, well, just kind of a loner who seemed to make an increasingly obvious effort to look more and more like a boy. She abandoned her feminine first name in favor of her initials, TC, and created quite the scandal when she sent a new girl an 'admirer' letter, asking her on a date. I wish I'd had more courage then, because my closet adoration was kept such a well-hidden secret that I'm certain that TC had no clue that I knew she existed. No matter how hard I tried to be what I thought my parents wanted and expected, no boy ever sent those butterflies swirling from my stomach into my chest the way TC did.

I have an older sister and I crushed all her hot friends. I was eight and they all thought I was adorable.

So yeah I was even mackin back then

Standard PE teacher :doh::doh:

I was sixteen at a bar called the Copacabana in Ft Lauderdale, Florida when this really cute butch chick just walks right up to me and says, 'hi i'm kim' and kisses me like I had never been kissed before. I got all weird in my tummy and my knees felt weak and she walked off and I never saw her again. I had a crush on her for years.

My first grade teacher, with wonderful soft brown eyes.

My first real crush with a contemporary, was when I was 11. She had curly dark blonde hair (and hated it) To get things moving, I asked her if she wanted to practise kissing, and things really took off from there, but it took me months to get up the nerve to ask in the first place!

First ever movie star crush was Krisy McNichol when she was Buddy on Family.

In realtime I was thirteen in summer camp and it was "my" athletic director F***** who was seventeen or eighteen!! Holy crap, anytime she came anywhere near me my heart would race, palms would sweat and an ear-to-ear grin would etch across my face like a prepubescent boi... And if she talked to me, which she did quite frequently after she noticed my reaction to her presence... I would get tongue tied and blush and..... wow!! lol :koolaid:

be still my little rapidly beating heart!!! swoon!

It was the summer before fourth grade. My mother had taken a position as camp cook in an upstate New York summer camp to enable my younger sister and I to attend. I had been relegated to the small house with girls my own age. However, I longed to be in the big house, with her, F******.

She was 12 years to my 9 and I was mesmerized. She was tall and lean, had long crazy brown hair, green eyes, and she rocked my world. I followed her everywhere and did my best to make certain she wanted for nothing. I toasted her marshmallows for her. I made sure every path we traveled was safe for her. If she wanted something, I did my best to make certain she had it.

She did not seem to mind this weird 'kid' following her around. Her friends were not of like mind and would tell her to 'ditch' me. She did not. In fact, the night of the big scavenger hunt she asked me to marry her.

We 'married' and went to her room for our honeymoon. We got in her bed, covered ourselves completely up with the covers, and kissed. She climbed on top of me and I made her switch positions. We were inseparable the remainder of the summer. We held hands everywhere we went and would give each other little kisses on the cheek. It seems strange to me now that my mother found this cute instead of worrying about it. Good for you Mom!

Camp ended and I returned to my home state with my family just as she returned to hers. We wrote one another a time or two, but that was the end of us.

Hey F******...if you are here...look me up!!!!