when i was 13, i went to a general kids camp for the first and only time (ive been to other camps, but they've been chemistry or soccer related...not just a fun time camp)
While at this camp, I had my first MAJOR crush.
Dallas Seaborn.
This was a time when I was figuring out my individual style (one brother loved punk, the other abercrombie...so i had varying influences) and this cool kid wearing a Goodwill 70s bowling shirt and bleached spiky hair started talking to me.
i had the best time at this camp, we did all of the cool activities together (and blew some off because he was a "rebel" and i wanted him to like me even though i was a total square)
...now of course i never told Dallas that i was MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM...and he made out with the sluttiest girl at camp during the dance (at which i wore the most banging dress) so my hopes and dreams were smashed lol...but he apparently made an impression on me because i've never forgotten about that crush.
he also was the first boy i ever called long distance on a cell phone when plans started going "free statewide"...lol
SUBSTORY - I have a theory as to why i remember Dallas so well:
I have only been denied 3 times in my life when pursuing a dude.
1st time was Dallas...though I technically never "pursued" him...i just secretly liked him and he never knew...and my flirting skills were nonexistant at that time.
2nd time was with a dude that courted me better than any guy ever has...we were friends, he bought me thoughtful gifts, he thought up fun things to do when we hung out, we ICQ'd all the time...but I was dating the foreign exchange student from Brasil (on his soccer team) and he was leaving in like 8 days when the guy finally asked me on a real date...so i told him no (with the hopes that he'd still want to when Lu went home because i didnt want to dump him a week before he left)...anyhow...i guess he got mad and when I tried to pursue him...I failed, miserably. it was embarrassing.
3rd time was the worst. I was at a time in my life that I was a major flirt...well i was good friends with this dude on my soccer team, and we hung out a lot with groups as friends...anyhow, he asked me on a real date one night...and i thought "what the heck"...we watched a lame movie...maybe held hands...he bought a new shirt and pants for the ordeal lol...well he had never been kissed...i should have been a little more aware of this fact, because I had kissed like 15 dudes at this point (smooch slut!)...anyhow...end of the night comes and i go in for the kiss...he says "no" and gives me a kiss on the forehead and says "thats all you get" and i never heard from him again lol...OUCH.
anyhow...despite how insignificant these stories are in the big picture of my life...i'll always remember them, because i NEVER got denied!
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So every once in a while my gal pals and i joke around about dallas seaborn, and how infatuated i was with this dude that i barely knew and probably romanticized our entire existence together...
so i Facebooked him tonight. he totally has a facebook, i dont know what i expected...probably a bleached spiked hair skinny punk kid, not a dude in an argyle sweater posing with an elderly lady. anyhow, he is engaged....good looking...umm likes twilight, talking in all caps, and working on cars...and well thats about all i got because I wasnt about to ask him to be my facebook friend "hey dallas, remember me from 11 years ago when we knew each other for a week!" lol
so this whole story is because i got the notion to look up old pals...and dallas seaborn totally still exists.
what an awesome name.
Dallas Seaborn.
This was a time when I was figuring out my individual style (one brother loved punk, the other abercrombie...so i had varying influences) and this cool kid wearing a Goodwill 70s bowling shirt and bleached spiky hair started talking to me.
i had the best time at this camp, we did all of the cool activities together (and blew some off because he was a "rebel" and i wanted him to like me even though i was a total square)
...now of course i never told Dallas that i was MADLY IN LOVE WITH HIM...and he made out with the sluttiest girl at camp during the dance (at which i wore the most banging dress) so my hopes and dreams were smashed lol...but he apparently made an impression on me because i've never forgotten about that crush.
he also was the first boy i ever called long distance on a cell phone when plans started going "free statewide"...lol
SUBSTORY - I have a theory as to why i remember Dallas so well:
I have only been denied 3 times in my life when pursuing a dude.
1st time was Dallas...though I technically never "pursued" him...i just secretly liked him and he never knew...and my flirting skills were nonexistant at that time.
2nd time was with a dude that courted me better than any guy ever has...we were friends, he bought me thoughtful gifts, he thought up fun things to do when we hung out, we ICQ'd all the time...but I was dating the foreign exchange student from Brasil (on his soccer team) and he was leaving in like 8 days when the guy finally asked me on a real date...so i told him no (with the hopes that he'd still want to when Lu went home because i didnt want to dump him a week before he left)...anyhow...i guess he got mad and when I tried to pursue him...I failed, miserably. it was embarrassing.
3rd time was the worst. I was at a time in my life that I was a major flirt...well i was good friends with this dude on my soccer team, and we hung out a lot with groups as friends...anyhow, he asked me on a real date one night...and i thought "what the heck"...we watched a lame movie...maybe held hands...he bought a new shirt and pants for the ordeal lol...well he had never been kissed...i should have been a little more aware of this fact, because I had kissed like 15 dudes at this point (smooch slut!)...anyhow...end of the night comes and i go in for the kiss...he says "no" and gives me a kiss on the forehead and says "thats all you get" and i never heard from him again lol...OUCH.
anyhow...despite how insignificant these stories are in the big picture of my life...i'll always remember them, because i NEVER got denied!
BACK TO ORIGINAL STORY
So every once in a while my gal pals and i joke around about dallas seaborn, and how infatuated i was with this dude that i barely knew and probably romanticized our entire existence together...
so i Facebooked him tonight. he totally has a facebook, i dont know what i expected...probably a bleached spiked hair skinny punk kid, not a dude in an argyle sweater posing with an elderly lady. anyhow, he is engaged....good looking...umm likes twilight, talking in all caps, and working on cars...and well thats about all i got because I wasnt about to ask him to be my facebook friend "hey dallas, remember me from 11 years ago when we knew each other for a week!" lol
so this whole story is because i got the notion to look up old pals...and dallas seaborn totally still exists.
what an awesome name.
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