My First Swoon
My powers of persuasion have been put to good use: I've conned 12 talented YA novelists into telling all about their first-ever swoon experience, and they'll be guest-blogging here on and off for the next month or so. Yay, yes? Yes!
Remember, your "First Swoon" is wanted, as well—and it's a contest, in fact. Comment back with the story of your "First Swoon" by 30 June 2009. The winning entry will get a signed copy of SWOON.
To kick off "My First Swoon" we have no ordinary blog but a vlog—Melissa Walker, author of the delightful Lovestruck Summer, is here in the virtual flesh to tell you all about a very special dance and a very special boy. Just click and go...
Thanks, Melissa, and swoon on!
Remember, your "First Swoon" is wanted, as well—and it's a contest, in fact. Comment back with the story of your "First Swoon" by 30 June 2009. The winning entry will get a signed copy of SWOON.
To kick off "My First Swoon" we have no ordinary blog but a vlog—Melissa Walker, author of the delightful Lovestruck Summer, is here in the virtual flesh to tell you all about a very special dance and a very special boy. Just click and go...
Thanks, Melissa, and swoon on!
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I am not sure if this was my first swoon but its the one that I most remember. I was in the 7th grade and it was gym class, 4th period, just before lunch, on a Friday. I remember that it was a Friday because it was free day, so we didn't have to do anything. My best friend, Rebecca, and I were walking around the gym not really sure what to do. All of a sudden she turns to me and says, "I am going to get you a boyfriend." She said that since I had never had a boyfriend and apparently it was important that I had one she was going to go around to everyone in gym class and ask them if I should date a boy named Jeremy. I had a crush on him but no one knew about it. She got a notbook and a pen and told me that if more people said yes than I had to go out with him, but if more said no then I didn't. The key to this story, she never told Jeremy about this little plan (until after all the votes were in). After about 20 minutes, she came back to me with a huge smile on her face, I immediately knew the results and started blushing, not wanting it to happen. I was very shy (and still am) and I didn't want to be the one to ask him. She went outside to get Jeremy, and I went to hide under a table (I'm not sure what it was supposed to do, there was no cover on the table). A few minutes of hiding under the table, Jeremy came inside and sat beside me under the table. I had arms around my legs and my head hidden, I didn't want him to see me blushing. After him sitting beside me for a few minutes, that seemed like days, he turned to me and said, "Becca told me." That was all he said, but then he reached over and grabbed my hand and kissed my cheek. Jeremy then became my first boyfriend.
My English teacher Freshman year of high school was a hairy ape with a beard and mustache, and I was like, gross! Sophomore year, I was walking down the hall in my skimpy cheerleading outfit, and there he was, clean-shaven and nerdy as ever. I was like, hell yeah! I'm all over that. What a cutie. I was crushing major. Definitely first hardcore swoon.
After all these years I still remember my first swoon and I think I will remember it for the rest of my life. I was in second grade when this new boy moved to my town. He had super blonde hair and blue eyes to die for; yes I know I was seven. I thought he was gorgeous. At the time, I thought I was in love. We would have movie mornings every Friday and I remember the movie being something to do with a Chinese animated film, not sure the name, and we would somehow get seated by each other almost every time. I remember my heart beating fast and I wouldn’t talk to him because I was scared. My friends convinced me to write him one of those ‘check yes or no if you will be my boyfriend’ letters and I did. My friend gave it to him, but I never got it back from him. I was so bummed. A few days later I want to a local skating rink with my friends and guess who was there? Mr. Blonde hair, blue eyes. His name? Steven. Yep I remember. I got my skates and headed out on the rink and started skating. After skating for a little while, I went over and put money into one of those sticker machines. I got some wrestler on it and Steven came up behind me and said he really like that wrestler, or something along those lines. Of course I didn’t want it because I never like two men beating each other up for money, it was pointless. Anyways, I gave him the sticker and hurried away because I was blushing so much. Then, he came up to me, with his big sister, and asked me to slow skate with him. I was so surprised. After he asked me, I went over to my friends and asked if I should go with him or not. They said yes, but I never did. While standing by a wall, he came up behind me and grabbed my hand. I finally went out onto the rink with him and we skated to every last song, no matter if it was slow or fast. After getting used to holding hands with him and getting the confidence, I asked him to be my boyfriend. He accepted. It was really weird, because looking back now; we never acted like boyfriend and girlfriend. But I guess we were in second grade so neither of us knew what to do. Unfortunately, Steven moved away at the end of second grade. I was crushed, but I will always remember him as being my first boyfriend.
My first swoon was when I was really little. My parents brought me over to a friends house, and their son was in seventh grade at that time, and I thought he was the greatest thing since Barney. I was only about 4 or 5 mind you. Every time we went over there he would get out his old legos to let us play with and I would stare at him in awe. I swore I would marry him one day. for about three years i would say that. Because I thought he was cute. I still have a picture of him in his baseball outfit. that was my first swoon
My first swoon major was when I was 9. His name was Sean and he was 11, he was cute, a troublemaker, the only boy that didn't have "cooties" and I had known him forever. I had a crush on him since I could remember, but there was one night that always stuck out for me. It was about 3 days before Halloween and he was at my house with his grandmother and we were outside playing. When my mom and his grandmother walked out the door, they started talking about how cute we were and how they thought we would end up together and after hearing them talking we laughed. We went to hung before he left and in front of my mom, his grandmother, and a couple of my neighborhood friends, he gave me my first kiss on the lips. That was the moment for me. I didn't see Sean again for about 2 years, and it was only briefly. After that I didn't see him again until I was a freshman in high school, and the following fall he was in a car wreck and killed. It's been almost 5 years since that happened and I still think him all the time, I still cry, and I still remember that first kiss and that moment when he swept me off my feet as a kid. He was my first swoon.
*Oops, I meant hug not hung.
First off, I love Melissa Walker's story!! So cute!
Okay, I think my first Swoon was at my eighth grade formal dance (like a year ago). I had been crushing, hard, on one guy my entire 8th grade year. My friends decided to ask him if he would go to the dance with me (juvenile, I know-having friends ask). He said he would say yes if I asked him. I think he was afraid it was another one of their stupid tricks...my friends had acted like morons all year. I was too afraid to ask him out loud, so I passed him a note. It should be noted that he sat at the same table as my friends and I in our Spanish class. He said yes that he would go with me to the dance. But only as friends, he had clarified. I didn't care, I was still ecstatic. The night of the dance came and I was shaking in my heels (dangerous!) when he came up to my circle of friends. He looked adorable in his suit,and his hair was awesome and his blue eyes...yeah, I thought he was amazing. :) Anyways, when a slow song came on my friends were like, "go dance." I refused to and so did he. They left us alone and a minute or so later, he asked, "Do you wanna dance?" And I said yes. We danced, his hands on my hips, I think that was my first swoon. In ninth grade when I asked him if he liked me as more than a friend, he said he didn't want to mess up our friendship. Now, I honestly do *just* like him as a friend...I think. Nevertheless he was definably my first swoon.
I was a belated swooner. My best friend of two years was ever-so-predictably-and-pertinently-to-this-story male. But he was only my friend until one fateful evening. My first boyfriend and I had just broken up and I was going through the cry fest that often goes hand in hand with such an event. As soon as that best friend heard he called me up and summoned me out of my gloom to have an anti-sad movie party at his house. We watched X-Men. Twice. And the second time through, at one point in the film when the ice boy makes the little icecube for Rogue, he just looked me straight in the eye with those huge green mirrors and said, "I'm sorry, Leigh" and smoothed my hair back from my forehead. Thought process = "why was I sad? had something to do with a person... and a something... aww heck. he's beautiful..." Swoon. Right there. IF there be such a thing as a super swoon, that was it. (also, it turns out my friend was quite equally swooned. We have been happily swooned for two years =)).
Ok, I'm clearly an early swooner. It was about a month into third grade, and for the first time since first grade, I had my two best friends in the same class as me. So I was really excited to be sitting with them, and because I spent the whole time in class talking to them, my teacher (a middle-aged British lady) decided to send me to sit with the boys instead. Seriously. It was like I was in Anne of Green Gables or something. Anyway, so I was freaked out about this, but I got placed in a desk with five other boys. It was totally awkward at first, but then they all started talking to me, and I ended up being even more distracted with them than with my own friends! Anyway, so the swoon happened when I noticed the awesome, neon-green slap bracelet on the hand of the guy beside me (it was 1990, okay?). He would slap it on and off during the morning announcements, and he would tell me about it during the day - how his mom got it at the mall, how they cost three bucks, whatever. So the swoon happened when one day, during morning announcements, instead of slapping it on his own wrist, he slapped it on mine instead, and told me I could wear it for the day. I swear, I got weak in the knees. My face flushed. And that was my first real crush - it lasted on and off for about seven years, but we never got together. But still. Definitely a swoon I'll remember for the rest of my life!
My first Swoon would have to be when i was in fifth yes you might say that was a young age but it happened. He was the new kid in school but the part that made it cooler was that he had a twin sister so I got to know and become friends with her. Then one day during recess will playing in the monkey bars she asked me if I had a boyfriend of course I was in fifth grade I didn’t know what it meant to have one I though that a boy friend was a friend that was a boy. So I end up saying yes I have a boyfriend because I didn’t know that then I notice that her brother was a couple yard away from us looking at me and then his sister looking for some sort of signal I as his sister what that was about because I remember him always keeping his distance. A couple of day past and I started paying attention to him in my mind he was weird he was always alone but it looked like he enjoyed that when I also started noticing how much he look at and how he would always try to take with me but then end up just standing there with his head down It was the last day before summer break and I remember cleaning out my looker and as I reach toward the back of my looker I found a wooden swan it was pink with purple spots I was in sock “who when why” I keep thinking, then I was aware that somebody was behind me I turn around to see him leaning down toward me his eyes never meeting mine then he said “ it reminded me of you”. Then he just got up and left that was my swoon moment it took me a couple of minutes to realize what was happening. I never got to see him again even though during the whole summer I keep thinking about him. I never got to see him again though never know what happened until a year later that I found out there mother had dead and they moved. I still have that swan and it make me smile to know that I was so blind not to know but he keep trying that was the first time I found out what it was like to care about somebody who was not related to you ( yes young age ) but I will never forget.
I never got asked to dance! Not once! I finally had to stop going, because it was just too depressing!
I don't remember my first swoon, but I'll tell you a memorable one! I had the HUGEST crush on this guy and we were friends, but he was somewhat unattainable. This was because I had a tendency to be friends with guys who would develop crushes on me and tell their friends (who I actually liked more) not to go after me. So I loved him from afar and life went on. One night in 10th grade after a wild and crazy party we were sitting on the couch together just talking and he just kissed me! It was out of nowhere and totally unexpected and I thought I might die. It was amazing!
We stayed together for a while and are still friends today. He's my one that got away (and I'm his).
Oh, man. I had my first swoon really, really late. Why, you ask? Well, I had a crush on the same guy for 12 years.
Yep, 12 endless years, I longed for the same, adorable boy [Let's call him C]. We met in the first grade, when I overheard him telling someone that I looked like a boy. At the very same moment that I was telling another girl that he looked exactly like my girl cousin. We both looked at each other, and hated each other instantly.
Fortunately, in a couple of weeks, we got over it, since we both shared an undying passion for The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. We were best friends from that day onward.
I moved around a lot in those days... so I'd often go away for a year and come back to find C completely different from what I remembered. New hairstyle, new girls, new car... the list went on and on. But we were always best friends, and we slipped back into that role the minute I'd come home again.
So fast forward to senior year... I'm flipping out because I know this is it. It's my last chance to ask him. But I was incredibly passive in those days, and I knew I wasn't going to ask. My friends all knew about my helpless crush at this point, and they'd just shake their heads in some sort of silent amusement every time they'd see us together.
One day, I blurted out a really random question to him: "If you could date anyone in our class, who would it be?" I still wish I could take that back. Because he proceeded to list about 5 of the 8 girls in my class - and I was nowhere on that list.
So completely heartbroken and willing myself to move on, I threw myself into my applications so I could move as far away from him as possible. You know, go completely cold turkey on my addiction to all things C.
Then comes graduation. We're all emotional - me most of all. I'm saying goodbye to everyone I've known all my life, and I'm moving halfway around the world so I don't have to see any of them again. And I am mostly upset because I'm saying goodbye to my best friend and the one guy I've spent a whole lifetime waiting for, to no avail.
He walks up to me, after all the tears have been shed, and the food has been eaten.
C: "Wanna go for a walk? For old times' sake?"
Me: "Uh, sure. Let's go"
We walked in silence for a while. And then:
C: "When do you leave?"
Me: "Um. The day after tomorrow, actually."
C: "Oh. And where'd you decide on?"
Me: "C..."
C: "Tell me, My. You can't just expect me not to ask."
Me: "Sigh, fine, I'm going to (insert name of huge women's college on east coast)"
C: "Women's college, huh? Who are you running from?"
Me: "Phwaaa- What?! Why would I be running from anyone?! (freaking out on the inside)"
C: "Mmmhmm. You're not going to ask me where I'm going?"
Me: "Oh, right. So where are you going?"
C: "(insert name of small private college about 2 hours from mine)"
Now I'm going to stop here and point out that C was really smart. I mean REALLY smart. He and I were the leading "contenders" for valedictorian, which I was in the end, but he had an extremely impressive background in extracurriculars and stuff. We all thought he was a shoo-in for some Ivy League. So this was HUGE!
Me: "WHAT?! WHY? I thought you wanted to go to Yale. Or Duke. Or Stanford!"
C: "Mya. I can't go to any of those places."
Me: "WHY NOT? WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WANTED! ALL THOSE DREAMS WE TALKED ABOUT! WHAT ABOUT THOSE, HUH?!"
C: "I have everything I want. All my dreams are in one place."
Me: "At *small private college*?!?!"
C: "No. Near you."
And then, right there, in the moonlight of a soft, summer night - what I thought would be the hardest night of my life - the love of my life took my hand and kissed me.
And, of course, I swooned. Oh, did I swoon.
[He took the same flight as me two days later. Turns out he couldn't say goodbye either.]
WOW that was a really long swoon story. I got carried away. Sorry! =D
I also wanted to say thanks Nina for having the contest, and that Melissa's swoon vlog is ADORABLE. I feel the same way about Unchained Melody to this day!
my first swoon in Preschool.. yes preschool. it sounds weird but just go with it :)
Me, my friend& half the other girls in the class all liked this guy named Gary Holbin. One day we were playing house and he came up& asked if he could play. we said yes and i told him i was the Mom. He said he wanted to be the Dad then. he then told me that it was time for bed so we went and layed under the table pretending to sleep. he suddenly said i must have had a long day & he would make me feel better. so he kissed me on the lips then ran away. i just layed there under the table. i couldnt even move. i just remeber thinging "im so going to marry him on the playground tomorrow"
lol true fax!
After reading dissectingperfection swoon, I got goosebumps. So, my swoon is not as life changing as hers. It was the very first swoon that I had, and I was in 8th grade - so I remember it very clearly. This boy -we'll call him Dave- was very tall, but not gangly. He had bright blue eyes, and platinum blond hair. He was very good looking. When I was thirteen, I didn't have any crush on any guy in school. I thought that I didn't have any time for guys, but of course, I couldn't avoid it forever. Dave and I were best friends, but all the others girls loved him. He was too oblivious to notice any of the girls in that kind of way. I wasn't oblivious, but I just didn't see him as anything more than a good fiend - I didn't seem him as a brother, either. So, one day, my cousin who was the same age as me, said that she really liked Dave, and was going to tell him how she felt. On the inside, I felt devastated. I didn't know why, but I did not want her to tell him, because I didn't want him to feel that way about her. I told her that she should go ahead and tell him, but it took all that I had. I had no idea why I didn't want her to like him. Later that week, I was cleaning my room, and found a picture of Dave. As I was examining this photo, I realized that I was -or I thought I was- in love with him. Well, maybe more like a crush, but I had never had a crush before, so this was huge for me. So, the following Sunday, I wore my favorite dress - it was blue plaid, it had buttons all the way down, and it was the perfect length. It hit right below my knees. I normally didn't like going to church, but this Sunday I couldn't wait to get there. I wanted to see Dave, just to see if I really felt the way I did. We always said "hi" to each other before services, but this time my family and I were late this Sunday. I hardly ever paid any attention while the preacher was teaching, and that Sunday, I didn't even hear him talking. All I could think about was what I was going to say to him, would I just say hi, should I ask him if my cousin told him her feeling for him? Or should I tell him how I was feeling? The service felt like it went on forever. Finally! It was over, and I almost ran to Dave. He was wearing black slack pants, and a medium sky blue button up shirt that made his eyes pop out. He looked very handsome! We always met at the same place, outside by a tree, because after church everyone was talking, and in the small church, it got very loud. But this time, I didn't want to wait that long to see him. It wouldn't have taken that long, but in my mind I thought it would have. I guess he was thinking the same thing, because we met each other halfway to where we both were sitting. I stopped walking, and he came to me. He smiled, and right then, I knew that I absolutely had a huge crush on him. He stopped right in front of me, and leaned down (he was much taller than me) and since it was so noisy, he whispered right in my ear "You look very pretty." My heart stopped. I couldn't think, or breath. My cheeks turned bright red. I had no idea what to say! After a few long heart beats, I finally sad "You look very nice, too." I felt like an idiot for saying that! I wish I would have said something else. If the world would have ended, I wouldn't notice. I was a very happy person. Of course, since I am the most passive person on this earth, I never told him how I felt, and he never gave me any signs to show that he liked me as well. I wanted to tell everyone what he told me, but I waited until I was home, and I told my mom, but I made it sound like I didn't even care what he thought. It was something along the lines of "So Dave told me I looked pretty. Oh, did you like the last song we sung at church?" Of course I wanted to jump up and down like a little school girl, and giggle. It's been nine years since that day, and it's been five years since I've seen him. So I have had my share of swoons since then
These are all so great! What amazing writing! What amazing memories! Thank you all so much for sharing...and swooning...
I am loving these stories, too!
I'm not sure that this was my first swoon. Mostly because I was 17, and I find it hard to believe that it didn't happen before that. But I have a terrible memory of my childhood, so we're just gonna pretend this was my first one because it's the one I can remember and because it was GLORIOUS.
So, like I said, I was 17, and I was a junior in high school. It was the end of August, so technically it was right before the new school year started. At the end of my sophomore year, I had been chosen to be a Peer Leader. This basically meant that I got a group of freshmen that I would help get acclimated to high school, and I would meet up with them every so often to see how they were doing. Well, the group of students chosen to be Peer Leaders (only juniors and seniors) were required to go on an overnight trip so we could get to know each other and do those ridiculous bonding exercises. The second day of the trip, we went to a ropes course. So obviously everyone looked disgusting because it was so hot outside. In addition to looking gross, the juniors were already self-conscious because we were spending all of this time with the seniors and we didn't want to look like idiots around them. Honestly, it might've just been me that was nervous, but I like to think that it was all the juniors. So anyway, the first activity we had to do at this ropes course was a human knot. If you don't know what that is, basically the group stands in a circle and then everyone starts grabbing other people's hands. You just reach across the circle and grab a random hand until everyone's hands are taken. This creates a knot of all the arms. The group then has to get out of this knot without disconnecting people's hands. So people have to twist themselves around, step over other people, etc. Hopefully that makes sense. So this was the first time I ever really noticed Joe. I'd gone to school with him for a year, but I'd never really seen him before. He was a year ahead of me, so that probably had something to do with it. But as I said, this was when I finally got a good look at him. He is GORGEOUS. Let me tell you. He's very tall, with an athletic build. Dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin. Awesome hair. Seriously, the guy is beautiful. But this wasn't the swoon moment. That happened later in the day during our final activity.
Because it was the last one, obviously it was like absolutely huge. It involved a GIANT green bouncy ball and a really tall tower. Everyone had to be in one of those harnesses that are used for rock climbing. Well, long story, short, my team somehow managed to accomplish the task and get the GIANT green bouncy ball to the top of the tower. It was extremely difficult and it was the end of the day, so I'm guessing I looked worse than I've ever looked in my life... in front of other people, anyway. So I had to just let go of the tower and let myself fall (of course there were people bringing me down slowly). At the bottom of the tower, though, Joe was there to catch me. Yes... he had to catch me. So he gets me in his arms, and says, "gotcha." And then he set me on my feet and said, "That was really impressive. Nice job." I turned to him and he gave me a high five. And I swooned. In that moment, I didn't care how awful and sweaty I looked. I didn't care that my face was probably turning a ridiculous red color (thankfully, though, he probably just thought my face was red due to the heat). But it didn't matter then. That may sound like the lamest thing ever, but I'm pretty sure I almost died. I was so amazed by this kid, I didn't even know what to do with myself.
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So I was pretty much obsessed with this guy for the rest of his high school career. Throughout that year, I realized that he was so much more than just a pretty face. He's absolutely brilliant (he goes to Duke now). He's really athletic (he was the captain of the soccer team and the tennis team). He's an extremely talented musician (he plays the piano, drums, guitar, and the sax). And last but certainly not least, he's like the sweetest guy ever. For example, later that year, at the homecoming dance, he asked me to dance with him. Now, I didn't go as his date (obviously) so he wasn't obligated to do that at all. But I think (know) he knew that I had a huge crush on him, so because he's a really nice guy, he danced with me. It was wonderful.
Though it may not sound like it, I've gotten over him since then, I swear. It's been a few years, and I've moved on from that hopeless crush. But it was, without a doubt, a pretty spectacular first swoon. :)
My sister is 9 years older than me. My first swoon was an usher at her wedding when I was in the 5th grade. He escorted me in the wedding and I was in heaven!!
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My first swoon was when I was in the 4th grade. The boy was in the 5th grade and I thought he was SO cute!! I was just "gaga" over him. We talked alot, but I never thought he was interested in me. One day, under the stairs, he kissed me. OMG! It wasn't a full blown kiss, just a peck, but I was bowled over!
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MY first "swoon" happened in fifth grade. My parents let me audition for a show at a little community theatre, and my friends older brother (way older btw) was in the show too. Bahm! I walked into the green room on the first day of rehearsals and i couldn't breathe. Needless to say, I came up with many excuses to spend time at my friend's house after that.
My first swoon was when I was in eighth grade. A boy named Gary who was three years older than me. He was the son of a family friend and I thought I was head over heels in love with him. Not only was he older but he was of a different race than me and my mom didn't particularly like that I had a huge crush on him, she actually had a talk with me about it. Every time he came over I remember my heart would race and I would just look at him like the sun couldn't shine any brighter on anything else in the whole world. He was also my first heartbreak when I realized I would never be able to date him. Still to this day I look back on those days with him and I get a little rush and I smile remembering how sweet and pure something can be when you're younger.
my first swoon was in 7th grade.it happened in my 3rd hour class, which is Band. i play french horn in the band, there are 3 people in my section. me, a boy who doesn't matter right now, and Dalton.
for most of the year i was 1st chair, Dalton was 2nd, and the other dude was 3rd. in band 1st and 2nd chairs get all the solos and duets together. causing me and Dalton to spend a lot of time with each other.
and the more time i spent practicing, spending time, and talking with Dalton the more i realized i liked him. the more i began to like him the more i wanted to talk to him.
now in band we have spring concerts right after spring break and at the spring concert me and Dalton had a huge duet planed, and i was really excitted because we would get to spend every day of the break with each other, and who doesn't want to spend one week in a room alone with your crush.
but my parents said we had to go to Washington state to visit family. that meant i had to give up 1st chair, the duet, and the time i was looking forward to spend with Dalton.
after spring break ended me and Dalton and i still talked a little and did the required duets, but something was really differnt. he didn't act the same around me anymore. i didn't give up hope though.
and one day me and Dalton had to stay after school to practice a duet that we had to perform the next day. after we perfected our duet, and desperate for more time with Dalton, i asked if he could help with my solo, because i was having trouble with some parts (even though i wasn't, i could have played that solo with my eyes closed). he knew that but he smiled and agreed anyways.
so i started to play the song and he circled around me inspecting every part of my posture, where my hand was positioned in the bell, my fingerings, and if the notes i was playing were right.
i finished the song and sat in posture for a second, waiting for his advice. he came up behind me and said "i know what the problem is." so i nodded my head and told him to tell me. so he leaned forward, took my hand in his and pulled it out of the bell just a little and said "you have to take your hand out of the bell a little, it's muffling your sound."
i nodded and was glad he wasn't in front of me or he would see my tomato red face. and when he continued to speak he wispered into my ear and said, "i'm not impossing into your space am i?" of course i said no, but he backed up anyways, walked over to his chair, locked his horn case, picked it up and looked at me to say "i have to go, but one more thing, don't leave town next year, i want a solo with you next spring concert."
i nodded, forgetting how to speak. and Dalton smiled waved good bye and walked out the door. i sat there for a wile and finally got enough grip on myself to lock my horn in the case and make it to the front of the school where my dads truck was parked.
that was my first swoon, and in my opinion it was the best swoon i could ever have. and for the rest of the school year it was a little inside joke to grab each others hands and pull them out of the bell.
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My first official swoon happened 2 days ago. I am 16.
I was down in Tennessee on a mission trip. We went white water rafting. You had to be in groups of six and you got to choose your guide. Well seeing as we were on a church mission trip I didn’t want to pick this one guy, who I later found out is named Cody, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to focus. So we picked this other guide named Cameron. We started out and it was just raining. But then it rained harder and started hailing. I felt like I was in the coast guard or something. We hit a class 4 rapid which is like the biggest one they have where I was at and I fell out. Now I’m a pretty good swimmer but it was like a monsoon going on. So all the sudden I'm lifted out of the water by none other than Cody, the dreamy tanned and muscular guide I mentioned earlier. Now the saving position is so that when you are pulled up from the water the person saving you falls back and you end up on top of them. And that’s exactly what happened to me. And I was just shocked and didn’t even get up. I just lay on top of him all wide eyed until someone asked if I was okay. That snapped me right out of my little bubble and I felt to embarrassed but he told me it was fine and it was a pleasure saving me. SWOON MOMMENT
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This is most definitely my first SWOON moment. I had been in love with this guy since I was 4 years old... well maybe not that young, but certainly a very long time. I'm pretty sure he did NOT feel the same way, but he always remained my friend regardless. You know how some boys don't feel the same and when they find out you do.. they RUN! Never to be your friend again. Well, this guy didn't. He always remained my friend and still is to this very day.
Anyway, getting back to the swoon moment.... one day out of the blue we were alone just hanging out waiting for our other friends to show up (I was around 14 or 15 at the time) and we were sitting there talking and suddenly the topic got a little serious and intimate and it just happened. He leaned over and grabbed my face with both of his hands and leaned in... then right before he kissed me he stopped and looked into my eyes and hesitated... and then followed through!! The kiss was AMAZING but the hesitation right before the kiss was breath-taking!
Gosh, I'm getting all warm and fuzzy just reliving this! I'm very happily married but this guy will ALWAYS hold a special spot in my heart!
So this may seem like a typical fangirl story, but my first swoon was over a movie character and the actor that played him.
It was around the time I was in high school, and my mom told me that one of the books I had read in 8th grade was being made into a movie. That book was A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks. I know, I know it's the typical love story, who wouldn't swoon right? Nope. Granted I loved that book, but it never made me swoon. Anyways, we saw a trailer for the movie and found out that Shane West was playing the lead role of Landon Carter. Now I had seen Shane in the show Now and Again, and while I thought he was really cute I had never considered him to be swoon-worthy.
So time passes and the movie finally comes out to theaters. My mom and I go to see it. The movie starts out great, and I am loving the dynamic between Shane and Mandy Moore. Then comes the scene where Landon takes Jaime out on their first date. The minute he takes her to state line so she can knock off another activity on Life Goals list, I was a goner. It was so romantic, and then when he gave her that soul searching stare as he blows on her tattoo to dry it off I became a puddle of mush in my seat. The power of his eyes in that moment made me want to switch places with Mandy Moore so that I could stare right back into those beautiful hazel eyes of his.
After that I only continued my love obsession with all things A Walk To Remember and Shane West. I would watch other projects that he was in and I got all the soundtracks for the movie. I even got the movie in both VHS and DVD. I have a couple of posters of Shane himself that I saved over the years, and everytime I see him or hear his voice my knees get weak and shivers run up and down my spine. My ultimate wish is to see him in person one day. As farfetched as that might be.
It all started with my job at a local book distribution warehouse. It is the place a fell in love with a guy who would become my husband and also the place where a started an affair. Please do not judge but read on and see how my story unfolds.
It all started with a job I hated. When my sister said she could get me a job at the book warehouse that she was working at. I eagerly agreed. My first day on the job I came across a boy that I thought was the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on. I went directly to my sister and asked who this heavenly creature was. I was informed that his name was Chris and that as luck would have it he bowled on my sisters bowling team. What are the odds?
Not willing to waste an opportunity to hang out with the guy I was majorly crushing on I tagged along with my sister to her next bowling night. Needless to say that I turned on the charm and had Chris asking me out on a date. We had a great time together and eventually we got married.
After about a year of marriage the affair started. The honeymoon phase had worn off. It was a fall night and he was in his usual spot. In front of the TV playing the PlayStation. I was bored! Tired of watching the same old reruns on TV. That's when I decided to leave. I left and went to Borders. That when I saw it. Twilight! The book I had been reading the back of everyday at the warehouse. I was bored and enticed so I picked up a copy. I Thought why not get something to read while Chris plays his video games. Needless to say I was enraptured by the book and the characters. I could not put it down. I read the entire book in one night. Hungry for more I returned to borders the next night and purchased New Moon. I devoured it like I had the last. What was I to do? The next book in the series was not to come out for months. What would I do with my time? I had to have more to read. So again I returned to Borders for a third night in a row and bought a whole stack of books to fill my time. And that is how it started. My love affair with books, with reading. I swoon every time I read a good story. with characters that you can not help but to fall in love with. So yes, I am very happily married but I also have several fictional characters that I can not help but have feelings for.(Which by the way Chris is totally ok with as long as he can continue to play his video games.)
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