You may be wondering how I got sucked into the world of dating apps. I’m not sure actually, but I’m going to blame it on my hopeless romantic nature and the fact that I’m 29 and still single. I’m going to tell you about my first crush though. For the sake of his privacy, I’m going to call him Henry. That’s not his name, I promise if you try looking him up, I don’t know any Henry’s so, good luck. Anyways, I met him in preschool and he was perfect.
Henry had golden blonde hair, a sweet smile and he didn’t even know I existed. Well, he probably did because we went to school together but I was bad at talking to boys so, we weren’t friends right off the bat. Henry was athletic, the fastest runner in our school, and by the time we were in third grade, he raced a seventh grader and beat him!! (crazy right?!) Henry was nice to girls (supposedly he isn’t anymore…but that’s just a rumour I heard) and I always got invited to his birthday parties, so he probably liked me right? Henry was also my first kiss. I made the move during one of my birthday parties at some indoor jungle gym and pinned him down in one of the climbing apparatuses (how forward of me!)
But, as life does, I moved on and Henry moved on as well, well he never really liked me to begin with but I’d like to believe he had a crush on me at some point.
Once, I hit my teenage years, I then became obsessed with boy bands like the Jonas Brothers, and thought I was going to marry Nick Jonas if I could convince him that I was cooler than Miley Cyrus (not possible.) However, that obsession brought me to spending money on their concerts and learning all the useless tidbits of information like Joe Jonas’ middle name and that Kevin’s name wasn’t actually Kevin. The point of my story is, it doesn’t hurt to have a celebrity crush, because hey, they’re about as attainable as a real-life crush.
Update: Henry got married. He also got divorced. I saw him on the dating apps recently and it looks like he works out a lot.
Darn you and your fake names to protect the wicked, as this so tempted me to cyber sleuth pictures of your young crush and his current dating profile picks.
No way his baby pics could be as cute as that 2-year-old snap of you. If he didn’t have a crush on the gal that pinned him down in one of the climbing apparatus, then clearly he was not worthy.
I do love a cyber sleuthing session… but exactly – not worthy at all!! Hahah