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Barbara Anderson .. a tall and drop-dead gorgeous nordic blonde .. Well ... she was in third grade anyway ... and I couldn't wait for fourth grade to begin so I could day-dream and lust after her (I didn't know none of this stuff then .. I was in love .. only after adulthood did I realize my innocence was really perversion ...siggghhhhh )

And the day arrived !

I was going to see Barbara Anderson again .. after all those weeks of waiting.

I was assigned my seat, and .. my last name beginning with Arch ... I knew I would once again sit behind Barbara Anderson .. with the long blonde hair ....
except
I was seated in the first seat, first row.

The unthinkable had happened .. the impossible .. Barbara had moved and would never again bless my eyeballs with her beauty.

I was crushed.

To this day I am affected by that third grade introduction to my heart and emotions .. to this day I am influenced by Barbara Anderson's blonde beauty ..

I married a red-head.

Great story!

I have a similar one, but it originates in the first grade. He was Roger, a freckle-faced lad who not only sat across the aisle fom me in class, but lived just two-doors down. I'll never forget Halloween night, when he came to my door in that Batman costume--I nearly lept off the couch in my rapt excitement. My crush on him lasted all the way through Elementary School. I felt we were destined to be together, someday.

We lost track of each other in junior high and beyond. When I came home from college after the second or third year, I asked a friend what had become of him.

"Oh, that Roger," she replied. "He and his boyfriend are living in Baltimore now."

I sure know how to pick 'em. Story of my life.

On my second or third day at college, I was in one of the offices trying to get signed up for some class. The scheduling had malfunctioned, and many of us were left without certain classes that we had to have. I went to a counter and asked what I needed to do.

This guy who was on some student worker program handed me a card and said, "Fill this out and go stand behind that cute girl over there - you lucky dog." I really didn't find her all that attractive, but I talked to her a little bit. Mostly, we both commiserated about having this problem with our schedules and spending a nice fall day inside when so many others were enjoying their first few days of college. We ended up in the same class of freshman engineering, and we occasionally spoke to one another there.

After that class, I almost never saw her, but maybe once a year, we'd run into each other. We'd talk briefly and then go about our own business. I was in the co-op ed program, so I missed some time on campus. Eventually, I found myself back on campus for my senior year, and I found out that she had gone into the same major that I had. We ended up taking quite a few classes together during that year. I never had feelings for her, but she was nice. That niceness made me feel attracted to her, but I never tried to date her. It was just weird how someone I met by chance kept popping back up in my school years.

Bill