{"id":290,"date":"2006-02-14T07:58:20","date_gmt":"2006-02-14T15:58:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.loafe.com\/?p=290"},"modified":"2006-02-14T07:58:38","modified_gmt":"2006-02-14T15:58:38","slug":"ahhh-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.loafe.com\/?p=290","title":{"rendered":"ahhh, love."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>it&#8217;s valentine&#8217;s day and love abounds. We can all be sick together in the bathroom.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m not a big valentine&#8217;s day kind of gal, in fact I&#8217;m mostly the opposite (as my sisters like to say, I hate love). But after reading <a href=\"http:\/\/pablo.diaryland.com\/060213_30.html\">pablo&#8217;s tale of adolescent passion<\/a>, I was inspired to recall my own early dabblings in love. Perhaps this is a sign of who I was to later to become, but I had my first crush on the opposite sex not as a randy 15-year-old, but a randy 2nd grader, making me about 7 years old. Actually, I believe my first crush was on my uncle Chuck, but I&#8217;ll stick with no-relation crushes today.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, the boy of my dreams was Lance. I don&#8217;t remember his last name, but I remember liking him. He had black hair cut in a sort of Beatles-ish pageboy style and he wore tan corduroy pants and button-up shirts. I can say without bias that 2nd grade was pretty much the peak of my attractiveness, so it&#8217;s disheartening to tell you that Lance wasn&#8217;t interested in me. No, Lance liked Carrie, my best friend, the cute, freckled blonde Carrie who lived in a big fancy house made of fancy red brick. Our house was puke green and made of siding. Umm, no contest there. I vaguely recall a sleepover at Carrie&#8217;s house once. And I vaguely remember thinking it was the most divine, wonderful place I&#8217;d ever been. So naturally I hated it.<\/p>\n<p>The protective forces of my mind has blocked out just about every painful memory from this time period, but I think there was some sort of uncomfortable incident on the playground, involving me and Lance and Carrie and the breaking of my heart. I suppose if I sat in a dark room and thought about it hard enough I&#8217;d remember something worth sharing, but I&#8217;m much happier not remembering. Let&#8217;s just be glad that I left Carrie and Lance and all that elementary school drama behind me at the end of the year, as my family moved to Arizona.<\/p>\n<p>The rest of my experiences in love have all essentially ended up the same way, me shamed on the playground by those that I hold dear.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s funny how when you have kids, even lame days like today seem to affect you more. For instance, I actually considered bringing RG to get valentines pictures taken in one of those cupid costumes. My friend did it and her boy looks SO CUTE THAT I COULD DIE, but at the end of the day, I couldn&#8217;t bring myself to do it. I&#8217;m so not a cupid girl and even though RG would look adorable, I have to draw the line. I hate love! I can&#8217;t have photographic evidence proving otherwise.<\/p>\n<p>I promise there will be no 4-leaf clovers on St. Patrick&#8217;s Day, no bunny costumes at Easter, no flag-wrapped babies on July 4th.<\/p>\n<p>However, come Halloween, all bets are off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>it&#8217;s valentine&#8217;s day and love abounds. We can all be sick together in the bathroom. 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