First love. They say you never forget it. For his sake, I hope he has.
Robin. With his wavy blond hair and thick black glasses. He sat in the desk behind me. I guess there was something about my brown pixie cut and blue cat eyed frames that made his heart go pitter patter.
He would pass me notes-several a day. They always said the same thing. “Do you love me? Yes or No. Please check one of the boxes.” And every day I would stick them in my notebook and pretend I hadn’t gotten them.
Maybe it was persistence on his part, or maybe it was curiosity on mine, but whatever it was, one day I boldly checked the box next to “Yes” and passed the note back. I could tell Robin was elated. At recess, he shyly held my hand. And a few days later, he presented me with a couple of presents. A “Hot Wheels” car, and a gold heart on a chain. With a pearl in the center, even. Poor Robin. If he had only just given me the car. I wasn’t so sure about this love business.
Robin had a friend. Brian. Brian sat next to me. He had dark brown hair, freckles, and 20/20 vision as far as I could tell. He started passing me notes-making his bid to “steal me away.” His notes were direct. To the point. “Kiss here.” A wet spot on the paper, circled in pencil.
I guess I kind of liked that caveman approach. I lost my heart to Brian. Poor Robin was as forgotten as that necklace he’d given me. Even with the pearl in the center.
Third graders can be so cruel.
Based on the Red Dress Club prompt "First Love."
I absolutely LOVED this. I remember a boy passing me notes - it was fourth grade - and my teacher got hold of one! I still remember how sick to my stomach I felt, thinking I was going to get in big trouble.
ReplyDeleteFunny. That boy is now a friend on Facebook and I'm quite glad things didn't "work out." ;-)
Third grade, so full of fun and life, and now nostalgic memories. What a sweet tale, thanks for sharing it here.
ReplyDeleteMelissa-Thanks!
ReplyDeleteLuckily none of the notes in this case were ever confiscated! I wonder sometimes what became of Robin and Brian. It's amazing I still remember their names! I wonder if they are on Facebook... I still picture them as 3rd graders!
Joanne-Thank you, too! I think some of my best stories are from my childhood.
Awww, poor Robin!! The geek always loses the girl in elementary...and then he becomes the next Bill Gates and you regret dropping him like a ton of bricks LOL
ReplyDeleteGreat story! Visiting from Red Writing Hood
Oh, life was so much simpler then. "Do you love me? Check yes or no."---I love that.
ReplyDeleteStopping by from the red dress club.
Oh poor Robin! He was the gentleman! lol Love this!
ReplyDeletethat is awesome! what a memory you have. Ahh, third grade drama. Love it!
ReplyDeleteI remember fighting over Alex with three of my best friends. Our teacher would make us give "monkey hugs" to make up with each other. Ha!
You just couldn't resist the bad boy, could you? lol
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone!! I am really loving all of your comments and I appreciate them so much!!
ReplyDeleteOh young love, you are so fickle. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat post.
This was cute!! I remember my first loves. At school it was Joey Snyder, who had his mom make me a shawl in red and white "for love", and at home it was Louis Valentine. Ohhhhhhhhhh Louie. Thanks for letting me be the prettiest girl in the world. (and showing me your penis. Ha.).
ReplyDeleteI love it!! Cute little blog you've got here!
Great post. :D
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of first grade when a boy wrote "will you marry me" on the playground, and I wrote "yes." The problem is that neither of us knew how to write our letters so it was more like scribbles.
Isn't it crazy how we remember silly moments like this?
PS Thanks for stopping by my blog earlier.
Poor poor Robin... but third graders can be cruel, i guess i was once so as well. but i had to admit that this is way too cute... i was imagining this story and it was really cute
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone!!!!!
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