I think almost every girl has a story like this:
A story where sometime in your life you had this ONE boy/guy/dude (or man), keep coming at you so mean: saying or doing hurtful things but all he wanted to do was get your attention. Ever had one of those?
I did. A few, actually…
The funniest one was when I was about 7-8 years old or so, though.
Listen.
I wore glasses when I was a little girl. Seldom took them off.
I had this little boy named Orlando Harrison that I couldn’t shake from around me.
Low and behold one day, my glasses fell off and he saw me without them [on]. Mannn I tell you-he turned up on me.
He wanted to, but never was successful in me getting me to take my glasses off for him-ever. So one day we were in science class-gathering around this tub of water (learning about how things sink and swim). Orlando (who had already been picking at me) took the opportunity to smack my glasses off (and they fell in the tank). I mean..he knocked the starch out of me. It hurt so bad. I was embarrassed. He was cute. Everybody was laughing. My face was so red.
After that, the joke of the school was:
“When Orlando slapped Angie’s glasses off-her face went one way and her glasses went the other!”
…followed by a demonstration of the scene. It was the ongoing joke of the school.
Little boys don’t quite know how to express themselves but when he was forced to apologize to me-I was wiping my lil’ glasses off (sad)..and he was just standing there: staring at me.
Days since that, somehow, he became my little “boyfriend” who everybody knew liked me–I mean, I couldn’t peel him off and away from me…especially when he sneaked a kiss in from me.
One day his mom came to pick him up and he asked her if I could come hang out with him sometimes on the weekends and after school (we lived in the same neighborhood).
Eventually our moms (who knew of one another) met up and that worked out.
I mean…that was all the lil’ boy wanted.
This went on for-EVER (it seemed like…until we moved from the neighborhood).
Later, into our early 20s or so, I was riding around with a girlfriend of mine who pulled up some feet away from a group of guys she knew (down near that same area Orlando and I used to live in-from years ago).
I spotted him: An adult version of that same boy. It was hilarious.
So when she got back in the car I said:
“Is that Orlando Harrison?”
She said:
“Yeah. Right there?”
And pointed to him.
I proceeded to tell her the story and she fell out laughing!
She then stood outside the car and called his name (they were a few feet away from the car-where we pulled up).
Slowly he walks our way.
She says to me:
“Get out the car. ‘Lando, Do you know her?”
He busted out laughing, grabbed me and started swinging me around yelling:
“Do I!!! This was the FIRST girl I had a crush on! Mannn! I sued to loveee her!”
Then he starts yelling down to his friends and all (that’s the long story short).
It was funny. He confessed he liked my eyes, hated my glasses, and wanted to be my boyfriend. That was it.
So, the point of my lil’ story is…
Boys will be boys (even when they turn to men—so you’ll read).
Boys keep “crushes” even when they’re men. And like little boys, often times, they don’t know how to
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