I figured I’d lighten my recent funk by revisiting some dusty memories. I got a text from my daughter this morning of two goofy coffee drinks that belonged to her and The BF Supreme. It got me thinking about how times have changed. When I was her age, you were lucky to get a photo of you and your Schmoopsie Poo, and that was only if an industrious friend carried a 110 around. Maybe a 35mm. And I remembered a gal I could never quite seem to get a picture with…she was never my girlfriend. But she was my magical, 7th grade, all things amazing, unforgettable first crush.
Her name was Kerri. She had beautiful jet black hair, she was on the short side. Deep brown eyes. Little button nose and a bright white smile. She was a total brat but she could blow a bubble with gum over her nose holes, do the splits and, drum roll pls…she could burp the alphabet on command. 😍😍😍
By the time we’d gone to 6th grade camp together I was head over heels. Those little white Keds and a cute bubble butt. MHM! I remember being intimidated by her cause she had two mean older sisters who were in high school, and she had a poster of Grease on her wall. So I figured she knew about all the cool teenager stuff I had no clue about yet. She was the one at every party and at the movies every Friday and Saturday. Her friends called her Ker-Bear ❤ Fuckin adorable.
I sent her roses (anonymously 🤓) on Valentine’s Day at school for a few years, not sure what I thought would happen there, but the closest we ever got was playing Ouija together a few times, and sharing the same general airspace at a couple football games. And once we got to high school she started skipping class, smoking Camels and dating older guys with tattoos from other schools, so I guess we never really were on the same game.
I caught her on Facebook last year…Swoooon…even better than back in the day. She’s a (*clears throat*) personal trainer now apparently…married to a great guy (i.e., cudda done better 😝) but, said she decided that having kids was never something she wanted. I respect her decision but it’s a great loss to the men of the next generation that this beautiful creature never procreated!
But! It did give me a little comfort that we had completely different ideas for our future. I didn’t feel as much like I tanked the deal by never having the nerve! So…I’m content with scant memories of the skate rink, helping with the shitty parade floats cause I knew she’d be there, and the two pictures I snuck of her at 7th grade graduation!