I love San Diego Momma. I want to write like her, she’s fabulous. I get chills sometimes. Anyways, she does Prompt Tuesday which, I follow sometimes. This week is Your First Crush.
It was kindergarten. Kennedy Elementary School in Southfield, Michigan.
This wasn’t a crush, it was true love. I was going to marry him. He made my heart flutter.
Jason Pomeroy. Blonde curly hair, a beautiful smile and a sweet cherubic face. My five year old self thought he was foxy. Because we said foxy in the 70’s, “hot” was used to describe temperature still.
He was my Shaun Cassidy. He was my Davey Jones.
I loved him. Sigh.
He used to come over my house to play.
In our cardboard Burger King playhouse in the basement.
Yes, we did the whole “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours” type play date. Back then, it was way more innocent than it would be today. Kids know so much more than we did. Even in kindergarten.
Apparently, he loved me too.
He came to school one day with a ring he had bought in a gumball machine. He handed it to me, wrapped in tissue and he proposed.
We were engaged.
It was the most stunning ring I had ever seen in all my 5 years of life. Silver plastic with multi-colored rhinestones.
I wore that ring faithfully.
His family moved when we were in 1st grade, I think there was a divorce involved. I don’t remember him ever saying goodbye, he just stopped coming to school.
I was heart broken.
But, I always kept my ring in my jewelry box and him in my thoughts. In fact, I still have that ring somewhere.
We reconnected for a moment when we were in college. I was at the local Community College and he was briefly living here, in from Florida where he had moved when he was young.
We went on one date.
His blonde curly hair had darkened and was tamed with gel. His cherubic face had matured. He was still darling but there was nothing there anymore.
Except for the shared memories of a long ago mutual crush.
When that date ended he took me home and drove away.
I never saw him again. I never heard another word about him.
It was like he just disappeared. Again.
But, I will always remember him.
After all, he was my first true love. Or the kindergarten equivalent.