5. We all have our various firsts.

In my last actual post, I talked to you about Fred*. I also said that I would share more about Fred the next day. Well, Fred kind of disappeared for a while. Not really disappeared, but he wasn't as prominent in my life until later, once we were in junior high. Then he disappeared again until high school. And then again until a couple years after I graduated from high school. But I'm trying to tell you this in chronological order, so we'll re-visit Fred when the time becomes appropriate.

Fast forward to fifth grade. FIFTH GRADE PEOPLE. What was my first firsts in 5th grade? We'll get to that.

Summer before my fifth grade year, a mom of one of the boys in my grade asked if I would help her babysit her youngest son Jackson*. She offered to pay me $5 an hour (in 5th grade that's a lot of money!). Of course, I spent a lot of time hanging out at her house, which caused Noah* and I to accidentally start "going out." (Don't ask me why fifth graders tell their parents they're going out with someone. They really aren't going out anywhere except maybe to the playground during recess....ahhh innocence.) Noah and I hung out all the time, and his mom started giving him extra allowance because he would help me babysit Jackson. Noah and I went to elementary football games together (where he would play and I'd be there to hug him afterwards), we would go to our basketball games together (where we both played), and we would even go to the high school football games together. All of this driven by our parents of course.

Everything was great between Noah and I. We never kissed, we never said the L word. I mean we were like 8 (okay maybe 10, but you get the idea), and still pretty innocent.

Then the school's spring dance came up and my world was shattered. For some reason, Noah broke up with me. Not only at the dance, but he also danced with other girls in front of me. ON TOP OF THAT, his mom was a sponsor for the dance. I cried in the bathroom. His mom came in and said "Blake,* you're too pretty to cry over him. Stop crying, clean yourself up, and march right out there and tell him you're better than him and there are plenty of other fish in the sea." HIS MOM TOLD ME TO TELL HIM THAT. So I did. And he and his circle of friends laughed at me, and I was more upset, but I didn't let him see me cry anymore that night.

One of his best friends Floyd* was nice enough to dance with me for the remainder of the evening.

Floyd also continues in this story as well, so you'll get to hear more about Floyd.

So what were my firsts in 5th grade?

• First time the M word was thrown into the mix (marriage, eww it makes me shudder now)--his mom would tell my mom all the time, IN FRONT OF ME, that she wanted me and Noah to get married so we would have smart babies.


• First time my heart was broken, but it definitely wouldn't be the last...

My name is Blake*, and I'm telling you to never give your heart away at a young age because boys are dumb.

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent

Update on the boys in this entry:

Noah and I no longer ran around in the same circles past junior high. He stopped playing sports, and got into some recreational drug use in high school. The boy was pretty freakin' smart, but he wasted his intelligence and went to a local community college. He didn't finish school, and I believe he now works for his dad's construction business. It was seriously a waste of talent. THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NOT DO DRUGS!

4. Return of testosterone!

If I remember correctly, I left off with heading back to the other end of the state.

I started off second grade halfway through the school year right back at my old school. Of course because I had been gone a year and a half, no one remembered me and I got a lot of attention. Even from the baby second graders. I think I found Jordan* again, but he didn't remember me. I got a lot of attention from a boy named Zeke*. He gave me an extra treat in my Valentine's box at our Valentine's Day party. Even though I was terribly boy crazy, I somehow learned that boys had cooties at this point and hated the attention.

It's funny how a school year and a summer can change your way of thinking. We're skipping over third grade because nothing eventful happened and moving on to the fourth grade. Enter Fred*. Fred was THE BOY that every girl wanted to be her boyfriend, and every girl was. When Fred asked me to be his girlfriend, I was going to be girlfriend #4. I told my mom about it, and she told me I could be his girlfriend (WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?!) but he had to break up with girlfriends #1-3 before I could. So I told him. And he did. Mom loved this kid (and still does to this day). He lived in our neighborhood and would frequently come over for dinner. His dad would whistle for him when it was time to come home, and he would be over at my house before I woke up on Saturdays. I remember thinking that one of my friends, Lizzie*, was jealous of us because she was one of the other girlfriends. She probably wasn't, but it was still cool to think that I had the IT boyfriend.

I think that's enough about Fred for today. He's a fun story and I've got plenty more to share for tomorrow.

My name is Blake*, and I'm such a skank that I was a home wrecker long before I knew such things existed.
:)

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent

Update on the boys in this entry:
Zeke and I also went to school together until we graduated. About 2 years after we graduated, he began to date a girl who moved to a different state when we were in fourth grade. They are now married and have a very beautiful daughter.

2. At this point, Mom knew she was in for trouble.

I love guys. I love (almost) everything about them. I love the way they can chill and relax. I love that they can take 10 minutes to get ready and look amazing. I love that they like to show off to impress us girls (as long as it doesn't get out of hand). I absolutely love the way they smell.

When did I first start loving the opposite sex? At the age of 4. No seriously. I was a strange child and wanted to learn everything at a very young age. I got enrolled into a local pre-school at 4 years old, and had my first boyfriend within a month of being there. His name was Jordan*, and Jordan and I actually went to school together through high school. Oh how I LOVED Jordan! It was always Jordan this, and Jordan that, and Mom, Jordan and I got married today. Only I couldn't pronounce my R's very well so it was actually Mom, Jowdan and I got mawwied today.

To say I was boy crazy at that young age is putting it lightly. I became obsessed. Jordan and I finished out pre-school, but I don't think we were in the same kindergarten class. If we were, my attention swiftly changed to Toby*. Toby was the most beautiful boy I had ever laid eyes on (at the age of 5). He was super tall for a five year old, beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes, and was impressed that I could read in kindergarten. He even let me read to him a couple times (you know that's love right there!) Ahh...I forgot about Toby.

All this happened before my parents' divorce, and soon after my kindergarten year, we were uprooted to the other side of the state to be near my father's family.

Little did I know, my cousins there would feed into my XY chromosome addiction...

My name is Blake*, and I've loved testosterone since I could tell a difference between a boy and a girl (get your minds out of the gutter people!)

 

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent

Update on the boys in this entry:
Jordan and I were pretty good friends in high school. We hung out with the same crowd and went to a lot of functions together. He now has a kid, and I think he is still together with his baby mama. We don't hear from him too much these days.

I lost contact with Toby after I moved away, and actually didn't think of him until I wrote this.