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I can't remember having crushes as a little girl, except for my rollerskates. 
I can't remember having crushes as a little girl, except for my rollerskates. Now there's only Peyton Manning, Joey Votto and Jack Bauer.
Now there's only Peyton Manning, Joey Votto and Jack Bauer.
I had a crush on Donny Osmond and Shawn Cassidy, both of which were way to old for me. In 1st grade I wouldn't wear anything but purple because Donny Osmond loved purple, at least that's what my Mom tell's me. Also she said I'd try to mail him letters every day with green stamps and the mail man would bring them to the door. I was a first grade stalker.
I can't remember having crushes as a little girl, except for my rollerskates. Now there's only Peyton Manning, Joey Votto and Jack Bauer.
Now there's only Peyton Manning, Joey Votto and Jack Bauer.
I don’t know how much it has to do with the topic, more about what the topic has evolved into, but it reminds me of this poem by Shel Silverstein called “Masks”:
She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hid.
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by…
And never knew.
I must admit, I don’t like saying there are people out of my league because I’m trying not to believe in such a thing, but I do sometimes think, “Pffft, I’d have no chance with that guy.” But believing in leagues perpetuates the idea. Maybe it’s like the poem above, where two people could be great for each other, but because of perceived outwards appearances, neither approach the other. I know that's not the main point of the poem, but it's one angle you could take.
She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hid.
And so did she.
They searched for blue
Their whole life through,
Then passed right by…
And never knew.
I must admit, I don’t like saying there are people out of my league because I’m trying not to believe in such a thing, but I do sometimes think, “Pffft, I’d have no chance with that guy.” But believing in leagues perpetuates the idea. Maybe it’s like the poem above, where two people could be great for each other, but because of perceived outwards appearances, neither approach the other. I know that's not the main point of the poem, but it's one angle you could take.
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