First Loves. Okay, so when I was thinking of First Loves for this blog hop, I immediately began wishing that I had a somewhat interesting, slightly scandalous and very fascinating past to reveal. Unfortunately, my first loves are about as shocking as a black and white psychology term paper. So…here we go!
First Movie Love: When I think of a first love from a movie I’m going to have to come clean and admit that I didn’t have one for a long time. I was a Disney kid and I grew up watching Disney cartoons, so the closest I ever got to crushing on a hero was Prince Philip (not a bad choice, really). I always did have an epic adoration for Spiderman, however. Like a huge adoration. While other little girls were watching My Little Pony I was watching Spiderman dodging pumpkin bombs and saving M.J.’s life. Not, of course, that I was abnormal at all…I did like Jack Sparrow for a long time and then (you knew this was coming) it was Captain Von Trapp from The Sound of Music. So what does this means? It means my first “movie love” was probably a cartoon. Oh, well.
|Captain Von Trapp....le sigh.|
First Song/Band Love: I didn’t grow up listening to pop music or mainstream artists. I grew up listening to CDs of Bach, gospel music and those annoying yet relaxed cassette tapes of Across the Bridge. But I finally caved in and ventured out into the world of pop and mainstream stuff when I was a little older, and the result was the Jonas Brothers. At the time they were pretty hot stuff, and I remember singing that addictive, clever song, Lovebug, over and over again. I wasn’t the only one, though! My mom had the song on repeat, too. In fact, for my 16th birthday I went to a Jonas Brothers concert with my mom and we had a blast! So yeah, the Jonas Brothers were my first song/band loves. I haven’t had another since they dropped off the pop radar a few years ago. The closest thing I have to a song/artist love right now is Adele, but she’s a girl, so…yeah.
First Book Love: Oh, so you want to know about that. Like my musical maturation, I didn’t start reading so-called “mainstream” fiction until I was in High School. The very first book I ever bought was Twilight, believe it or not (I know some of you are groaning, but hey! It was brand new back then!). I’d read about it in some magazine and thus my first book love was Jacob Black. I know, I know. You’re all tired of hearing about Twilight. Truth be told, so am I. I’m just here to confess that it was, in fact, Jacob Black. Okay. Glad I got that off my chest. * sigh *
First Love: I’m assuming this means I can’t say that my first love was my imaginary pet mouse or my teddy bear who fell on a candle and garnered an ash-colored spot on his forehead. That sucks, because my “first love,” was more like a “first disaster,” and let me tell you, the whole experience was like a tragic sitcom where the main character gets shortchanged. It went something like this:
Girl meets boy.
Boy says, “What’s up?”
Girl replies, “Nothing. Want to hang out?”
Boy becomes friends with girl for no apparent reason.
Girl and boy begin to date.
Boy falls in love with a football (among other things).
Girl finds out.
Boy pretends his cellphone was lost in the Mariana Trench.
Girl drops boy like a dead fish and lives happily ever after with Tom Cruise.
FINE! So I added the last part.
The part about the fish.
Yeah, that’s the story of my first love right there. I know. It's so shocking and scandalous.
I’ll be right here all week, ladies and gentlemen. Blogging and writing and designing and working and reading and scoping out potential new authors (how’s that for a run-on sentence?). So I’ll see you all later!
|Yeah. It was because he didn't sparkle. That's the only excuse I have for this.|
|The 90s were the best, people!|