The other day a fellow requested me as a friend on Facebook (oh, that time waster!) and I almost ignored his request. Because I didn't recognize his name. Good thing I clicked on his picture, as he's going by a different (albeit sexier, I admit) surname. Because this particular fellow was my first love. The first boy I ever kissed.
We were six and it was on the playground at Koral Klassics. (Ridiculous spelling, I know.) I don't remember much, other than we were playing Dukes of Hazard. He was Bo, I was Daisy. Nevermind that we didn't realize Bo and Daisy were cousins. Cause we made them kissin' cousins. I'm just sayin'.
So I wrote on his Facebook wall, "David--my first love--my first kiss!" He replied, "I was smitten--and you looked like Brooke Shields."
Man, I always did love David. I mean, come on...it's been 16 years since I've seen him, yet he still remembers a time when I had bushy eyebrows and kinda sorta resembled Brooke Shields in her earlier, pre-Calvin Klein days. Plus he was "smitten," and that right there is just amazing.
Someone was once smitten. With me.
Sigh...I can now die happily.
David was such a beauty, too...all pale blonde hair and enormous blue eyes. He could draw like you wouldn't believe, and grew up to become a musician. Oh, and one summer his mother took us to see Grease 2. We thought we were Very Hot Stuff, lemme tell you. David, do you remember all this?
So Facebook has proved itself worthy, and reminded me that back in the day, I had really good taste. Because cute little David Cranford grew up to become David Black. And he kinda looks like a southern version of Robert Smith. Wanna see?
Here's Robert Smith:
Dude, that eye thing is awesome. Is this your album cover?
And this is all dark and mysterious. I love it.
You know what? I take it back. Robert Smith and The Cure may have blighted my adolescence, but nothing will ever take the place of a schoolyard smooch between two 6 year olds.
Thanks for the memories, David*. I now wanna watch Grease 2 while wearing my magenta satin hot pants, with Bonne Bell Bubble Gum Lip Smacker smeared all over my lips. Such good times...such precious, tender memories...
Who wants to share about their first love? Their first kiss? Come on. Fess up!
*Yes, I did have David's permission to blog about him, as well as use his pictures. I'm kinda polite when it comes to stuff like that. Just so y'all know.