[jacketree]

Cool, another all-purpose thread.

First favorite athlete: Walt Frazier (NY Knicks) No explanation. None.
First favorite local athlete: Floyd Little (Denver Broncos)
Athlete I most wanted to be: David "Skywalker" Thompson (Denver Nuggets)

My first secret crush was a girl in black tights on an Oscar Brand album cover. (Not creepy when you are the same age!) This soon morphed into a crush on the oft-mentioned Herb Alpert whipped cream girl, which then lead to secret crushes on some of the real women in my life, mostly very liberated elementary school teaches circa 1968-1974.  My favorite was probably Miss Beatty because she wore miniskirts and taught us all the lyrics to Tommy.  I was crushed the day she showed up as Mrs. Keller.

It is always memorable when one first decides a crush will no longer be secret.  For me that was Maureen M. in eighth grade.  That crush was two years old when I told my father I was going to a dance to claim my soul mate. He laughed. "You don't dance."  Mustering all the courage I could muster, I waited through most of the dance until what was sure to be the last slow song (I remember it in my head, but couldn't tell you the artist or title) and asked her to dance, which were the first words I ever spoke to her.  She laughed.  "I. Don't. Think. So."  Abject humiliation complete. Oof, that day sucked.

Mrs. Jacketree loves to dance. I do not.  "I don't get it, you used to dance when we first met."  "Well, one does what one has to do."

[jacketree]

Cool, another all-purpose thread.

First favorite athlete: Walt Frazier (NY Knicks) No explanation. None.
First favorite local athlete: Floyd Little (Denver Broncos)
Athlete I most wanted to be: David "Skywalker" Thompson (Denver Nuggets)

My first secret crush was a girl in black tights on an Oscar Brand album cover. (Not creepy when you are the same age!) This soon morphed into a crush on the oft-mentioned Herb Alpert whipped cream girl, which then lead to secret crushes on some of the real women in my life, mostly very liberated elementary school teaches circa 1968-1974.  My favorite was probably Miss Beatty because she wore miniskirts and taught us all the lyrics to Tommy.  I was crushed the day she showed up as Mrs. Keller.

It is always memorable when one first decides a crush will no longer be secret.  For me that was Maureen M. in eighth grade.  That crush was two years old when I told my father I was going to a dance to claim my soul mate. He laughed. "You don't dance."  Mustering all the courage I could muster, I waited through most of the dance until what was sure to be the last slow song (I remember it in my head, but couldn't tell you the artist or title) and asked her to dance, which were the first words I ever spoke to her.  She laughed.  "I. Don't. Think. So."  Abject humiliation complete. Oof, that day sucked.

Mrs. Jacketree loves to dance. I do not.  "I don't get it, you used to dance when we first met."  "Well, one does what one has to do."