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mayamaiaI had a great dream last night, that I met Craig Millner again and we hung out to watch a movie or tv show or something. That he was reasonably tall and thin makes it a bit improbable, but hey, my brain was probably trying to give me the most attractive man it could imagine. And my mom in the dream, leaving the house for the night, leaned over and basically told me he was a good choice. Such is the weirdness of my dreams, that they decide I'll be happier with the fantasy if Mama approves?
For those who don't know, Craig was a short boy in my elementary school who had a crush on me and my friend Claire when I was in first and second grades, and I developed a crush on him in second grade when I realized he looked a lot like me. (Yes, I was that narcissistic.) I tried very hard to get the courage to tell him I loved him that year, and in fact whispered it to him when we were in line to go to... a simple pottery class at the Rec center, I think. He spun around and asked me what I'd said, and I panicked, saying, "Just kidding!" I tried to get the guts to tell him I wasn't joking a year later but failed miserably, and after that I was pretty convinced that he stopped liking me because of my glasses.
...Come to think of it, that is probably why I dreamed of him, because that is precisely the sort of awkwardness that suffuses Coupling, which I watched pretty late last night.
Anyway, I didn't get over Craig until eighth grade. I got crushes on a lot of other boys in that time, but kept coming back to him, and had to try very hard not to stalk him. (He did get a few phone calls that were immediately hung up, because I was too shy to say anything) His friends and I didn't get along at all, but Craig himself was always polite. And while I rarely found an excuse to talk to him, we both went very far in the Metrathon (school walkathon) (his walking partner, Jeremy Jew, even partnered with me one year after Craig slowed down) (I went 47 kilometers that year) and we made exactly the same sorts of projects for the science fair and the inventions fair. I was delighted, and whispered to myself "Great minds think alike!" In seventh grade, the last time I talked to him, we somehow got into a argument about the most sensitive part of the human body... I was saying the feet because you need to know what you're stepping on fast enough to avoid getting hurt, he was saying the lips, I was trying not to blush so I can't remember his argument.
I was curious about how he was growing up all through high school, and dreamed I'd meet him again in college. When I DID get to college, I DID meet a boy who thought a lot like me and grinned, like Craig, from ear to ear - that was Jeff. I'm still curious about Craig, and still attracted to guys who remind me of him, and dreaming about talking with him again is a very sweet thing.
For those who don't know, Craig was a short boy in my elementary school who had a crush on me and my friend Claire when I was in first and second grades, and I developed a crush on him in second grade when I realized he looked a lot like me. (Yes, I was that narcissistic.) I tried very hard to get the courage to tell him I loved him that year, and in fact whispered it to him when we were in line to go to... a simple pottery class at the Rec center, I think. He spun around and asked me what I'd said, and I panicked, saying, "Just kidding!" I tried to get the guts to tell him I wasn't joking a year later but failed miserably, and after that I was pretty convinced that he stopped liking me because of my glasses.
...Come to think of it, that is probably why I dreamed of him, because that is precisely the sort of awkwardness that suffuses Coupling, which I watched pretty late last night.
Anyway, I didn't get over Craig until eighth grade. I got crushes on a lot of other boys in that time, but kept coming back to him, and had to try very hard not to stalk him. (He did get a few phone calls that were immediately hung up, because I was too shy to say anything) His friends and I didn't get along at all, but Craig himself was always polite. And while I rarely found an excuse to talk to him, we both went very far in the Metrathon (school walkathon) (his walking partner, Jeremy Jew, even partnered with me one year after Craig slowed down) (I went 47 kilometers that year) and we made exactly the same sorts of projects for the science fair and the inventions fair. I was delighted, and whispered to myself "Great minds think alike!" In seventh grade, the last time I talked to him, we somehow got into a argument about the most sensitive part of the human body... I was saying the feet because you need to know what you're stepping on fast enough to avoid getting hurt, he was saying the lips, I was trying not to blush so I can't remember his argument.
I was curious about how he was growing up all through high school, and dreamed I'd meet him again in college. When I DID get to college, I DID meet a boy who thought a lot like me and grinned, like Craig, from ear to ear - that was Jeff. I'm still curious about Craig, and still attracted to guys who remind me of him, and dreaming about talking with him again is a very sweet thing.
