Expedition Nomadic Adventures

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Crush.”

Who was your first childhood crush? What would you say to that person if you saw him/her again?

With a smile on my face, I recall those teenage years of wandering aimlessly with thoughts of a girl on my mind. I was too afraid to ask her out, so my dreams of dates to the movies, and football game parties never took place. I just walked around longing and dreaming.

My mother identified my condition as “Baby Bloomer Blues.” my friends called it a crush, I called it love.

Many years later I was able to tell the now woman of my crush I held for her during high school. We both laughed, and she explained she was never aware I was interested in her, but would have dated me if asked. After twenty-plus years, my heart skipped a beat with her statement.

As we talked, she reached for my right hand and held it within hers. I suddenly became nervous with emotions swelling up from so many years ago. I was so happy as we talked and while we were exchanging cellular phone number’s, she asked if I was married.

I told her, I was divorced, and a single father of two teens. With my head down writing my number out on a piece of paper, I asked if she was married, and she replied, she has been married for ten plus years and has four children between two and thirteen years of age.

Her comment stopped me from writing, and my nerves calmed and the sweatiness on my back began to dry. We exchanged numbers, however as I gave her my work number since I lived out of the area. I felt our conversation was leading to a possible exploration of an extramarital crush.

We continued talking, and I even met her husband, who showed me photos of their four kids. He is a very nice gentleman and proud to be married to my high school crush.

I have matured beyond the Baby Bloomer Blues phase of my life, even thoughs some of those feelings still exists.

The Daily Post Prompt