National Blog Posting Month – February 2013 – Love
Prompt – Tell us about your first crush.
I’ve had a lot of crushes in my life. Some with people I actually knew, and some with celebrities. I haven’t really outgrown crushes. I still have them. The difference is now I know them for what they are and can generally move on from them relatively rapidly – or at least keep them from continuously occupying my entire consciousness.
I think the first time I had a crush on a boy that was the same age as me was in middle school. There may have been a boy or two that I liked in elementary school, too, but I’m not sure those were full-blown crushes.
But my first *real* crush was on a celebrity. Complete, head-over-heels crushiness. No. Actually, it wasn’t a celebrity. It was a character in a movie (played by an actor who I still find attractive, actually, though not to the level of ‘crush’ these days). Who was it?
I read the book, then saw the movie, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, when I was maybe in 5th grade. I know I was in elementary school. Boy howdy! Did I think Indiana Jones was one fine human being. I would weave elaborate tales with him and me going off and having adventures together. I bought a bull whip. I yearned for a fedora. I had a length of thick wire that was a stand in for a whip, because I couldn’t figure out how to make the real one work like Indy did. I would play Indiana Jones all the time.
It’s funny that now, as an adult, I recognize that Temple of Doom was probably the worst of the Indiana Jones movies (we don’t talk at all about Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, however. *gag*). Raiders of the Lost Ark, when it was new, was far too much for me. It terrified me. Today I quite enjoy it, though it still look away when everyone melts there at the end. The Last Crusade was an excellent movie, and by the time it came out, I was old enough to appreciate it as such. By then, my crush was over, replaced by one on a school-mate of mine. *sigh*
Be it for better or worse, I have not yet ‘outgrown’ crushes, despite being much older and married to a decent and loving fellow. I guess that feeling of wanting to be swept off my feet hasn’t gone away. But with a few years of experience, at least I know the typical outcome of crushes and know better than to expect anything to come from them.
They’re called crushes because they’ll never actually happen, at least not the way you want them to, so your heart gets crushed. Either you’ll never actually meet the person you’re crushing on (in the case of celebrities), or you do meet them and they turn out to be nothing like you imagined. Crushes are best left alone. They can be fun, but nothing to base your future on.