Boys...

 Growing up watching only romantic Tamil and Hindi movies with my mom, I thought love was dropping a handkerchief to the floor and some random attractive guy picking it up or the true love’s kiss. But actually, having boy problems right now as a teenager, I realized there is more to love than the titanic where two people meet in a ship and fall in love within a week? My first crush was in second grade, more of an attraction than a crush just because he looked better than my classmates. I had a type in my mind even when I was young, and that was not someone who fails, should get good grades and should be okay looking. That is all I ever wanted.

Fifth grade rolled around, and there was a perfect boy that fit what I wanted and I thought I was in love… A Bengali boy named Nash, got good grades and looked like a monkey. But the problem here is, I do not know if he likes me OR NOT! That is the problem with every crush/infatuation and even the fifth grader me didn’t want to risk the chance of asking him if he liked me back or not. I tried my best to show him that I have interest, when he did not bring his textbooks, I used to share with him, I used to smile at him all day, remember his birthday and wished him every year. Even though he did not know my birthday, or share his notes with me; me and my friends just decided that he liked me back so we make a bizarre plan. Give him a note, asking whether he likes me or not.

He first said yes and then no, and till today I do not know what would I have done if he said yes, because I did not know what dating meant that time, would I just be happy that he likes me? Would we have married each other?

I stopped wishing Nash soon after and yes, I do miss his “winks” once in a while, and no, we would not have married. ☹

I do not know why I started off with Nash, but next is my forth grade crush, Hiro. He ate paper. That is all I have to say, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT IN A MANS? He eats paper. He also liked DJ snake, and Justin Bieber. Thinking about it now, Hiro was one of most people who actually talked to me like a person and did not ignore me or have mood swings every single minute.

Around 6^th grade to 8^th grade, I had my eyes fixed on one particular guy and I do not think I will be able to write that within this blog, he needs a chapter of his own. 😪

I hope you have a great day/night.

-Sahana