My 8th grade crush was Mike DonGiovanni. What? I’m from New Jersey!
He sat behind me in science, or something. I don’t remember but the farthest we got was dancing to the song from Titanic during the 8th grade spring fling. I happened to wearing a juicy couture tank top (I know. Kill me) and a pair of jeans that probably looked terrible on me.. I definitely had braces. He had just broken up with his long time girlfriend Tiffany (real name) and it was my move.
That was pretty stupid considering he was like 100 feet tall and he had to special order his size 13 shoes. He didn’t play basketball or really do much of anything because I think he was slightly retarded. My own oversized Jordan Catalano, I just loved how he leaned
But I was so in love. So much so that when it came time to choose high-schools, I couldn’t shake him. There were three options: UC, RC, and ew Public. I didn’t care much for either so when Doug said he was going to RC; I pulled a Felicity and went along.
Which turned out to be a fine decision, I didn’t see much of him because we were in different classes (his took a much slower pace) and I met new fellows and moved on from my middle school crush.
We never really came in contact with each other, in fact I have no recollection of him even being there. Except for the time, a week before my sweet sixteen (so many omg’s) I got onto his bus by accident, and sprained my foot running away in horror. I don’t even remember him at the 9th grade dance when I wore cloud pants from G.U.E.S.S. and a shirt that said “I heart Me” that was probably bought from Delia’s. The braces were still there.
It’s safe to say I’m over him. I’m pretty sure we would never get along. Tiffany was a cheerleader, I think. And he wasn’t much of a talker. Plus he was literally about 6’2. But I’ll never forget that fateful night, swaying back and forth in an awkward staccato fashion that only 8th graders can do, feverishly hoping that he might hold my hand, or at least say something. I still have that tank top.
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