My Eyes Adored You- BFF 179

     By the time I got around to meeting my husband I had more than my fair share of unrequited love.  I spent the better share of my time at school drooling or panting after one boy or another.  Looking back I realize now that I really didn’t know any of those boys very well.  All I knew was that I would lust after this one or that one simply by how hot they looked.

     When I was in the 5th grade I had the hots for an older boy in the 6th grade.    I would drool at him from afar and follow him around the playground like a pup in heat.  He loved to play on the merry go round, so guess what?   I loved to play on the merry go round.  It made little difference that the faster the merry go round spun the more I wanted to toss my cookies.  Whenever he acknowledged my presence, I would get the deer in the headlight look going on, break out in a sweat, and be rendered speechless.  The few times I did manage to get a word out I rambled on like a blithering idiot.

      Anyone who was anyone went to the roller rink for the school’s roller skating parties.  I was no different. It made little difference that I could barely skate.  I went, fell down, and had a blast trying to get an eye full of Mr. Wonderful.  Kids at that age think it is the height of hilarity to broadcast your feelings to the object of your affection.  It doesn’t matter how potentially embarrassing it may be.  There is no loyalty at that age.  My so called friend skated right up to Mr. Wonderful and informed him in no uncertain terms that I was in love with him.  Honestly I wanted to die a thousand deaths.  I was so mortified.  I couldn’t go home because my mom had dropped me off and wouldn’t be returning until it was over, so I was stuck.  There was no where to hide except the bathroom and I was dying to know what he said.  My friend thought my dilemma was absolutely hilarious.  Like any typical 5th grader I probed her for information “What did he say??”  “How did he act?”  “Was he completely grossed out?”  “How could you??”  It was like a scene out of “A Diary of a Wimpy Kid” except Greg Peffley wasn’t the star attraction, I was.

      Before I knew what hit me, the object of my affection rolled up to me and said “So, you like me, huh?”  Once again all I could do was smile like an imbecile and nod.  Amused, he smiled and said “Cool” and skated away as quickly as he had come.  A while later I remembered to breathe and the DJ announced that everyone line up against the walls for a moonlight couples skate.  My friend and I took our place at the wall and to my utter shock Mr. Wonderful glided up to me and offered me his hand asking me to skate.  I remember looking around me to see if he could possibly be speaking to someone else when he smiled and grabbed my hand leading me out onto the floor.  I don’t remember what song was played.  All I can remember is floating around the rink.  When the song was over, he thanked me politely and went on his merry way.  I watched as he skated with others.  It made little difference.  I was still starry eyed.  

       After that year, I never saw him again.  I fell in and out of lust many times over the years.  When I finally met my husband, he had me at hello.  It was love at first sight.  I had gone through enough losers to know a good one when he finally arrived.  I instinctively knew he was the one for me when I first spoke to him on the phone.  That feeling was reinforced when I finally laid eyes on him.  My eyes adored him and they adore him still until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.