If you know me well, you'll know that I've never been much of a dater. I can count on one and a half hands how many guys have sparked my interest over the years. I can only imagine my mum's relief when, at the age of 30, I met Craigy Boy and decided it was time to make my dating debut. What can I say, Warriors? I'm a late bloomer.
I did, however, have one almighty and massive crush, my first crush at the age of 13. His name was Colin Evans and he was a swimmer. We met through a mutual friend and boy (yes, he was a boy) I was smitten! The first time I laid my eyes upon him and his speedos my heart skipped a beat, my breath caught in my throat and I could have sworn a chorus of heavenly angels surrounded his being. This is it, I thought. This is what they call being in love.
My head was filled with Colin Evans by day and by night he was the protagonist of my dreams. When I found myself in his presence I became mute, such was the spell he had unwittingly cast upon me. I may have lost the power of speech but my mind, my spirit had never felt so alive! I put pen to paper and immortalised my youthful adulation with these words that I remember to this very day:
When I close my eyes I long to find,
a dream beyond imagination, beyond the limits of the mind.
A vision of perfection, a chain with no missing link,
a thought within my reaches, a thought too nice to think.
A figure of masculinity, a symbol of all that's bold,
a love that will be eternal through hardships unnumbered and untold.
A thought towards the future of a better and secure tomorrow,
a thought so serene and precious it drowns out all the sorrow.
Then suddenly I open my eyes and it's gone, it's gone away,
the thought so serene and precious is just a passing memory.
Then I think to myself again, it's only a matter of time,
until that dream, that vision of perfection will finally be mine.
This teenage tale ends in tragedy and woe as so many often do. My love, ardor and devotion were wholly unrequited and for a brief spell (about 4 days) it broke my heart in two. But life went on, as it does, as it must and our paths have not crossed since. In all likelihood they never will.
If, one day, you find yourself reading this dear, sweet Colin, I wish you to know that I harbor no ill feelings; you may have spurned my advances, rejected the most sincere of affections but you also opened my eyes and heart to the possibility of a life full of love.
Ginger Warrior, over and out.