Remembering a Teenage Crush

Being fairly new to surfing the Internet I was intrigued by an advertisment for classmates.com, especially since one of the pictured girls in the ad looked just like a good friend from my school days that I lost touch with when she moved away.  So off I went to check it out.  It wasn't her--darn--but there were others I remembered so I added my information and went other with other things.  In no time I forgot about the site completely.

It was a month or so later that I received an email from a sender I didn't recognize right away.  I almost deleted it, but opened it on a whim.  As I read, I found myself blushing with rememberance.  In junior high I had a crush on the boy down the road and often went for walks hoping to catch a glimpse of him.  I lived in the country so more often than not I didn't, but hope springs eternal when you're young.

About that time Patsy Cline's song Walking After Midnight made a resurgence to the charts (it had already been a hit for her three or four years earlier) and I felt it had been written just for me.  Somehow, sometime during that time I had communicated that message to the boy I had a crush on.  I guess maybe I thought he would take the hint and if he was interested he would come looking for me.  It didn't happen and he moved away.

All these years later, I blushed as I read, "And do you still like walking after midnight?'  After the initial embarassment and shock wore off, I replied with tongue in cheek.  "I still love the song, but have no need to do so anymore--I've been happily  married for thirty years.  Am flattered that you remembered though no matter how late."