Well, it appears I’m going to live in a mansion, be married to Dennis from 2nd grade, have six kids, a dog, be a moon walker, and drive a Vespa. I don’t know how I’m going to fit six kids on a Vespa, people.
I should explain the potential husbands.
E.P. I will not explain. He probably already reads this, and that’s embarrassing enough.
Zac Saiki is from 7th grade. We had almost all of our classes together. He played the trumpet in my beginning band class. During PE, when we played 4-square, we’d team up against the other players. He’d be in 1 and I’d be in 2, or vice-versa, and we’d take turns slamming the ball in the other players’ corners to get them out. We dominated. He moved during the school year, and I cried. And I let him see me cry. And he gave me a hug. I think about him every once in a while, and I miss him.
Dennis from 2nd grade was cute. He was taller than the rest of the boys in my class. I think he was half-filipino, half-American. His family was military, too. We were in Guam. This was around the time “Hey Mickey” by Toni Basil came out, and one day I blurted, “Hey, Dennis, you’re so fine” at my desk, just to myself, and the girl sitting next to me laughed and said she was going to tell Dennis, and then I got embarrassed.
M. Johnson is from college. Incredibly handsome, very tall. Very athletic. Once we were at a church activity in the canyon. Some of the boys were playing catch with a football, and M launched it higher and farther than I’d ever seen. All the girls were after him, and I couldn’t participate in the feeding frenzy. I wouldn’t. He once was sitting by himself after church, and I walked up to him and told him he looked dashing. Another time, our ward had an activity up at Timpanogos Lodge. I was sitting by myself on the floor, and he sat beside me. He’d invite me over to watch X-Files with his friends and roommates. He once stopped by my apartment to hang out, but I was at karate class. I moved from that ward, and I haven’t seen or heard from/of him since. I’ve tried tracking him down, but he’s nowhere to be found. He’s probably married. I wouldn’t be surprised.
I’ve crushed (am crushing) pretty hard on these guys. They’re amazing and wonderful, even as I remember them from 25 and 20 and 10 years ago. I wonder where they are, I wonder if they remember me. I wonder if they think of me fondly and imagine me and our six children (four girls, two boys) in our beautiful mansion, with my cute, green Vespa in the driveway, and our big, crazy dog playing and barking happily in the back yard, eager to greet me when I come home from a long day of moon walking. I hope so.