I think I was in the seventh grade or so, and I was crazy over this girl named Julie in my class.
Bobby Sherman had that song “Julie Do You Love Me?” and I played it over and over thinking of the pretty girl in my class.
Well, Valentines Day came around and we had the traditional exchange of valentines. I remember we each had to make a box to receive valentines in. Most kids had a shoe box with a hole cut in the top. I had a refrigerator box.
I thought I was pretty popular.
I had the little kid valentines for the rest of the class, but I had bought Julie one of the grownup valentines. The big red Valentine with frills and stuff. I was sure she’d be impressed.
We opened up our valentines, and sure enough, Julie walked over to my desk holding my special Valentine. This was real romance!
She stood by my desk, AND TORE MY VALENTINE INTO LITTLE PIECES SAYING, “This is what I think of you and your Valentine.”
Most guys would have been heartbroken, but not me.
I kicked her in the shin.
Yeah. She wasn’t so smug hobbling back to her desk.
And you know how things change as people get older? It never did for me and Julie. I tripped her when she walked past me at graduation. She flipped me off.
I heard she married a VCR repairman and had twelve kids.
I still have the pieces of that Valentine in a bag and I look at them every Valentines Day and I think of Julie and I wish her the best. I really do. I wish her the best hemorrhoidectomy from the worst Doctor.
I’ve mellowed as I’ve gotten older.
LOL!
Same thing. We got caught kissing during nap time in kindergarten. In 6th grade, she tore up my Valentine and threatened to beat me up after school. That’s bad news because she was an azz kicking machine. I hid until her family was transferred and I was saved from a beating.
40 years later, I see article about a local woman who teaches art or English at the university. Yep, it was her. We met at a bar with some friends. She was tiny. Religious Buddhist, noted artist, lesbian.
But we’ll always have nap time. ;)