My First Crush

Who knows how I got this picture, but alas, note me in the poofy dress/hair and Paul on the far right seated.

Since it is Valentine's Day, I thought I would write about my first real crush. Not much to say. I went to visit my dad in CA and Paul was my age. Our parents were friends, we went to church together, and his family had a pool. For a 12-year old crush, need there be more? Plus, it was a safe crush because he lived across the country and our time "together" limited.

Sporting my best Gunne Sax, how could he resist? I came home that summer, ready for L.O.V.E. I found it in my boyfriend of two weeks, Hayden, who is the first boy I kissed. At a Halloween party in our basement. No basement parties for you boys, sorry!

Thanks Paul, for starting a long string of passing crushes and one week romances.