Let's indulge in a nostalgic moment

Here’s the challenge:

Share a memory you have that links a person and a song in your mind, preferably:

  • way in the past
  • having to do with someone you LIKED, like that

For example:

Here’s a memory I have of the first boy I ever kissed, at age 13, in the summer of 1991. We were an official couple for three days at Camp. I did like him, but mostly I was flattered that he had asked me out (after using a bona fide cheesy pickup line on me). He was a smoothie, and cute, but considerably shorter than I was, so unfortunately when we danced together I could smell his Raiders cap, which was pretty ripe. The song I most remember dancing to with him is “Listen to Your Heart” by Roxette, a song I loved, like, majorly.

(I did listen to my heart, and broke up with him shortly thereafter. You know how it is, I was feeling tied-down… and I guess a little disappointed that French-kissing wasn’t more magical. Guess it helps to have a genuine connection with the person you’re kissing.)

12 thoughts on “Let's indulge in a nostalgic moment

  1. Beth says:

    My first crush was in grade 6. His name was Jean Cameron, half french, half scots. Since his dad was also Jean, he was called ‘Ti Jean. (a french contraction of Little John). He was tough and swaggered. Imagine an 11 year old French speaking James Dean. He never knew of my crush.
    I remember watching him across the room in the little restaurant in town. There were table top juke boxes and the song that went with it all was “Sugar Shack” – Jimmy Gilmore and the Fireballs. That would have been 1961.

  2. Krista says:

    Okay, I’ll play because every time I hear Sinead O’Connor’s “Nothing Compares 2U” I think of the boy I LIKED, like that when I was 17 (and at a couple of points in my life later… took me a LONG time to get him out of my system!) We had English class together that fall and he would sometimes show up to drive me home from work (a 15 minute drive that would take twice that long) and we could spend 2 hours on the phone saying nothing. He finally officially asked me out to on a date; dinner and a movie for my birthday. A week or so later we both went (separately) to the Valentine’s Dance. A slow song (Nothing Compares 2U) came on, I went to ask him to dance, and …. he walked right by me. Oh, it gets worse! He walked right by me to dance with his skanky ex-girlfriend — apparently that had been “their” song. And yes, they ended up getting back together, at least for a few weeks. Hmmm. Maybe that’s why I’ve never been a huge fan of Valentine’s Day! 😀

    • emerge says:

      nooooo! what heartbreak! i can totally relate. watching the boy you love dancing with his skanky ex, or his skanky non-ex, is so exquisitely painful. and that song is such a hurtin’ one.

      oh, the boys in high school we never got out of our system. (or, well, almost never.) sighhh.

      (Krista, apparently you and i are supposed to meet. one of these days. 🙂 )

    • dilovely says:

      Krista! So sad! Freakin’ boys who lead you on by doing things like driving you home from work and spending hours on the phone with you… Boo. So much drama goes down at dances, n’est-ce pas? Is that still true, I wonder?

  3. bev says:

    Okay, this is the one Diana expects me to post. (You are all going to know about how old I am if you know anything about the Everly Brothers!) I got together with the boy I LIKED like that at the end of grade 9, on a Speech Class outing to our teacher’s friends’ cottage on a lake. We swam ‘way out in (or maybe across) the lake together and had our brown bag lunches on an island (or maybe the opposite shore). Mine was damp because we had been swimming one-armed (each) while holding our lunches out of the water, and I got tired and let mine dip into the water. Still edible, just not delectable. The E.B. were big then, and they played on the car radio numerous times on the way out to the lake and back.

    So. We dated for about a year, then broke up. (I can’t remember who initiated the breakup – really, I can’t.) But after a month or so he regretted the break-up and called me and asked me to go for a drive with him. We went to this nearby park to walk, and as he stopped the car, the E.B. were on the radio singing “Dream.” He turned to me, eyes all sad and piteous, and said, “I tried that. It didn’t work.” What a line! We had our walk and we got back together. “Dream” has always always always reminded me of him, my first serious boyfriend. ‘Course, I don’t hear it very often anymore!

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