I was thinking about crushes the other day, and happened to think I covered a lot of firsts with my own first crush, Donny Osmond. He was my first crush, my first poster on the wall, my first record album (yes, I’m old), my first concert, my first fan club. I even had the requisite purple socks with his face on them, all the record albums (still have them, in fact), the Donny & Marie dolls, and the concert posters.
He’s come a long way from the young boy on Andy Williams show. He’s a husband, a father, a grandfather (how’d that happen?), a man of very strong faith, and he continues to entertain fans of all ages. I still love his music, and I want to go to Las Vegas for the Donny & Marie concerts there.
I graduated from pop star to actor with Vincent Van Patten in 1974 when he played the son on Apple’s Way. Imagine my surprise several years ago when I caught him announcing some world of poker show. Only problem with that show is there wasn’t enough face time!
My junior year in high school was a huge change for me. My sister and I moved to Missouri from Texas to live with my dad and his new family. I was miserable not knowing anyone…until I met the boy across the street. He was my first friend, and so cute! Well, my idea of cute: redneck, worn jeans, beard, and beat-up baseball cap. We were always friends, nothing more, but I still crushed on him.
Then, in college, I had a crush on the guy who delivered merchandise at my summer job. And I crushed hard. We ended up opening one of the new kiosks for the company, so it was close quarters, and we talked a lot. I was dying for him to ask me out, but it wasn’t until his last day, before he left for the military, that he asked me out for pizza in the mall. I wore a red shirt, and I swear my face was the same color because I was so excited and happy. He left for Colorado, and we stayed in contact by writing long letters.
We fell in love through those letters. A year later he transferred to Missouri, a couple of hours away from where I attended college, and three months after that we were engaged.
We’ve been married almost twenty-seven years now, and I still crush on him.
When I write, I think back over the years to those puppy loves and my first love for my husband, and use those emotions to enrich my characters when they meet The One.
How about you? Who was your first crush?