Today, we continue our stroll down memory lane and The Many Loves of Cha Cha. Thanks to BFF for her inspiring, thorough haiku. Today, we'll be studying the first stanza of her masterpiece:
Your eighth grade boyfriend?
Fabulous! Cute, funny, smart
Too bad he likes men
I had my very first crush in eighth grade. I adored this boy, and I adore the man he is today. And ladies, let me tell you: if you didn't have a gay eighth grade boyfriend, I recommend you go out and pick one up now. Because he will give you handbags for Christmas and always tell you you're beautiful.
We grew up down the street from each other. And he was an older man - I was in eighth grade, and he was in ninth. He was the first boy I ever called on the phone. I was so nervous that he said, "This doesn't sound like Cha Cha."
I responded, "No, you're right. It's her evil twin, Ramona." Pretty sassy for being 13. And then we became sort of inseparable.
We would hang out with my brother and create obstacle courses like those on the show Double Dare. We'd set the timer on the microwave and then have so many seconds to get through challenges like finding a Cheerio in a bowl of ketchup or pulling a water balloon out of the bottom of the toilet.
Yeah, this was usually while my parents weren't home. Why do you ask?
And really, what sort of wholesome existence did I have where the "bad" thing I did when my parents weren't home involved making obstacle courses with my brother?
I developed a very serious crush. We "went out" for maybe two months, and then I was devastated when we broke up. But really? He's pretty much my best break-up, hands down. My entire family adores him. And my mom always asks about his partner, and if that man is good enough for him. Actually, she wants to set him up with Nate Berkus from Oprah.
So, yeah, there's a lot of love there. Is anybody else out there still adoring a junior high love?
Next up: A dissection of the second stanza of BFF's haiku. Breaking up over the phone: Is Cha Cha really that crass?
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I wish I had been that lucky! I heard mine went from gay, to bi-sexual, to totally confused and considering a sex change! (ok, I deleted the first comment I made because the verification words kept showing up in my post!
Oh, I was a little older with my gay boyfriend. I was in high school. He taught me to ballroom dance and romantically walk in the rain. He held my hand like no other person has ever held my hand, like he was trying to read my soul through some magical hand skin and bone investigation. I hate to say it but it was a very intimate experience the hand holding - not sexual but meaningful. Anyway, I don't know when and how and even if he ever claimed his true self and quit dating girls. His name was Leo. The only Leo I have ever known. Hmmmm. You do stir up the memories, Cha Cha!
I may not be around much for the next couple of weeks. Know that I am still on cloud 9 from my care package (happy mail is right!) and I will be thinking of you and missing you. I'll wave as we fly over Kansas!
Happy Valentine's Day, sweetiepie!
marsha
That is sweet!
I am a little jealous--I've no ex-gay-boyfriends in my closet o' skeletons. He sounds quite lovely.
Great haiku;)
Happy Valentines Day, Cha Cha!
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