tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445891270175343909.post2492688611277267796..comments2023-08-21T09:13:34.368-05:00Comments on blog like you mean it: Book Hungry Book ContestKelly Breakeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07170230808730463954noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445891270175343909.post-91337090035610413992010-09-23T07:07:31.677-05:002010-09-23T07:07:31.677-05:00My hormones awoke EARLY. I was in second grade. It...My hormones awoke EARLY. I was in second grade. It was Valentine's Day and I made him a special Valentine. But his class was in the adjoining room so I scurried next door to delivere it. <br /><br />Class was about to start and everyone was seated at their desks. My crush's Valentine's Day lunch sack was pinned to the bulletin board. ON THE TOP ROW. <br /><br />*gulp*<br /><br />I strained, I struggled, I reached... all while he & the entire class watched. Finally, my friend (who was taller than I) ended my misery by coming up front and taking it from my handk. She dropped it in his Valentine's Day bag for me.<br /><br />Then I darted from the classroom!Jessica Lemmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16388504462239939840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445891270175343909.post-91961088394149195692010-09-17T15:58:46.186-05:002010-09-17T15:58:46.186-05:00Hello Kelly. I'm just passing through on a one...Hello Kelly. I'm just passing through on a one man blog hop. Hormones? A girl at school... we were both fourteen. A smile and a friendly word. That's all it was, but it was enough to activate my hormones and turn my brain to mush. Being too shy and too poor to ask her on a date, I followed her home (from a safe distance) for weeks until I'd saved enough money to treat a girl right. Come the big day, I held my nerve as best as I could, and waylaid her on her way home. I asked for a date and waited expectantly. Smiling like an angel, she tossed her head back and then gasped. 'F off' she said. Happy days.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445891270175343909.post-69842605678794987142010-09-17T15:15:12.367-05:002010-09-17T15:15:12.367-05:00Genius! But, alas, I already follow you, but want ...Genius! But, alas, I already follow you, but want to play anyway.<br /><br />In grade school, I had a crush on a boy named Michael who despised me down to his toenails because one day, in an earlier grade, somebody belched. When the teacher demanded to know who had no manners, I pointed to him. <br /><br />Well, it was true.Patty Blounthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11928111057602279792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445891270175343909.post-72381697807998398112010-09-17T15:03:41.327-05:002010-09-17T15:03:41.327-05:00Well I don't really remember it, but apparentl...Well I don't really remember it, but apparently I was *in love* with a boy named Steve in Kindergarten. I used to chase him around the playground, corner him and give him kisses. LOL Don't think that was hormones, though. Way too early! But it did establish a pattern... ;)Elizabeth Flora Rosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11729450308659877966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445891270175343909.post-51784988181065897852010-09-17T11:29:55.663-05:002010-09-17T11:29:55.663-05:00I fell in love with a Mormon. Dark hair, dark eyes...I fell in love with a Mormon. Dark hair, dark eyes, pouty lips. Antonio Banderas but younger...<br /><br />He touched my boobies and the confessed to his Bishop. We stopped dating shortly thereafter...Candylandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08956196611348299424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445891270175343909.post-1569404515476071512010-09-17T11:15:56.198-05:002010-09-17T11:15:56.198-05:00I follow you here (well, on my google reader) and ...I follow you here (well, on my google reader) and on twitter because i'm already privy to the genius that is you.<br /><br />And as for my first crush? I too was quite young, like Miss Linda. His name was Steven and we were neighbors. I'd wait at the bottom of my hill (even then, I was always early!) and then we'd walk to the bus stop together. Ah, young love.abby mumfordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15945527585028871186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-445891270175343909.post-35077419858706021532010-09-17T11:05:22.396-05:002010-09-17T11:05:22.396-05:00Oh, boy! I already follow you, here and on Twitter...Oh, boy! I already follow you, here and on Twitter, because you rock. *bats eyelashes* And I'm not just saying that so you'll pick me. <br /><br />My first crush? I was in kindergarten (yes, I was precocious). His name was Phillip, and he had two horses. Honestly? That's probably why I had a crush on him. Though he never did come through with trail ride, sadly.Linda G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04576828490765434497noreply@blogger.com