Feb 11, 2012 9:36 AM GMT
Mine was this guy named Ramon. Sophomore year English, but he was actually a junior. I think he was "slow" or something, but still hot as hell.
runnersjock saidHe was in my class and the quarterback of our football team. Smart, attractive, athletic..he had it all. We were in the same homeroom class. He went on to do body building competitions. After college I was working for a firm and was asked to sit in on an interview for a guy who was just about to graduate. Turns out it was him. It was a little weird interviewing someone I was in the same high school class with and had a huge crush on. He ended up taking a job with the firm, but working in a different city. I often wonder what happened to him.
BlackCat90 saidYea he sexy as fuck
*sigh* CMM......I've had sooo many dreams about him as a teenager! (I still do every now and then )
AMoonHawk saidOMG, I looked up one of my high school crushes, Arnie, and found him on one of the sites you can look up old high school buddies. Wow, what a total difference. In high school he was a hot young sinewy muscular blond. Now he's overweight, and looks nothing like his former self. I exepected a change, but not that much. When I go back to my home town, I still get recognized by people I knew even back in grade school. But this guy, there is no possible way I would have ever been able to recognize him.
AMoonHawk saidNJDewd said
Yeah, isnt that sad? There are more than a few of those I remember. One was like one of the most handsome and its like WTF happened here?
Oh ya, more then a few is for sure. I wonder if any actually got better looking, I don't know, because I've never gone back to a re-union. There were a few others I have seen though, and they are still good looking, though older and all that comes with that. So I think for some maybe, the years are not as kind depending on your life style. Heavy drinkers seem to change the most.
TotalTopJock saidHer name is Alise. Blonde, tan, beautiful smile, cheerleader.
Sk8Tex saidThere was a guy in school that I was always hanging out with and ended up messing around with one night during a sleepover. We had gone to the movies and after dinner we were laying down to go to bed and I was in my sleeping bag on his floor. Quickly drifted off to sleep but at some point late in the night I woke up to some noises, looked over and Chris was lying there jacking off right in front of me. At first he wasnt aware that I was awake.. until I made a comment about the size of his dick and he jumped and quickly hid himself.
I laughed and made a comment that everybody does it and rolled over like I was going back to sleep. So he went back to it Long story short we fooled around with each other all through Jr High/High school after that night and neither one of us ever openly admitted we were gay (denial is amazing) or that we had any feelings for each other. After High School we both went our separate ways.. I moved to California with a guy I met, and he apparently got married and had kids.
Wasn't until about 13 years later I decided to write him a letter to his moms address to see where he had ended up. I didn't even know if the letter would make it to him because his parents didn't care for me, and I wasn't even entirely sure that they still lived there. Sure enough a week or so later there was a call on my cellphone and it was Chris, super excited to talk to me. We talked until my cellphone battery gave out, and again the following afternoon. Finally after the third or fourth conversation he told me he had always thought about me over the years, and wondered if he could have been my partner and been happy with that choice.
I felt so incredibly guilty at his confession because if I hadn't contacted him after all this time he wouldn't have these feelings stirred up again. He kept going on and on about being unhappy in his marriage and how he wanted to come see me in CA, and left a couple of drunk messages on my cell about how he thinks he might love me, and that he told his wife about me. I didn't know what to do, but thought it best that we stop speaking because we were both in our own relationships and he has a family to think of.
I still feel guilty for it and wish him happiness, but I still wonder on occasion if we would have been a good match for each other.
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