Dating with Children

I’ve been pondering lately what I’m doing wrong in the dating field. Last night I asked my friend Mary just what in the heck is up with me. I tend to be very open about a lot of things and am willing to discuss in depth events from my childhood, my feelings about God, my parenting, my daughter on who passed in 2000, my mistakes and how I’ve gained wisdom and maturity (and maybe how I haven’t). I’m not afraid of deep discussions, in other words, and I tend to be very nice as well.

That’s just the way I am, and when I hold back, I feel like I’m being someone other than myself which feels dishonest. So my question to my friend was…Do I need to learn how to play the game better so men aren’t reading me wrong? Am I leading them on and making them think a relationship exists where one doesn’t by being so open? I get told so often how they’ve never been able to talk to anyone like this before, how accepting I am, etc. I’ve come to realize that in a LOT of circumstances, that’s just a line, but sometimes it isn’t, and they think that I’m “the one” after a few dates. Even when I tell them “Look, I like you, but I’m not going to commit and I’m dating others” they seem to blow that off as me being “scared” or something. I’m not really believed.

So is that the answer? Learning how to be a lot more reserved about my life and less friendly? Making myself unavailable for chitchat from time to time?

This has really been on my mind for quite some time. Thanks for any input!

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Have you ever broken it off with someone and thought that you were simply scared of marriage or commitment-phobic, only to have it turn out to be the smartest thing you’ve ever done, and in fact you can see God’s hand in it?

Last year I broke off an engagement with a man who seemed to give me everything I wanted. Big old diamond, groceries, pedicures and money, to name a few.

Funny how it still didn’t work out, isn’t it?

When in came down to it, I simply couldn’t go through with marrying him. I have given him back as many of his things as I can (with the exception of the big old diamond…oopsy!) and as I was boxing it up, I realized that the things he had given me were not what I wanted. I didn’t ever ask for groceries or money…He pressured me to take them. I didn’t want him to pay for my beauty shop appointments, he just wanted to so he could take credit for what I looked like. I didn’t even like the $300 mixer he sent my way, but it would have been tacky of me to say so. So in fact, he gave me everything he ever wanted to give me, not what I wanted to receive.

What I got was a bunch of stuff that I didn’t ask for, and more importantly, that I didn’t want. It’s just STUFF. It’s not anything that lends the relationship depth or meaning.

What I really want is this: A man who has learned wisdom and gained maturity over the years. We have all made mistakes and done some seriously stupid things. There are things I’ve done that I certainly wouldn’t want out there in the general knowledge bank of this world. The difference, I think, between my mistakes and say the mistakes of Mr. Former is that I’ve learned and grown. I will NEVER make the more major of my mistakes again. He will always continue to make the same mistakes because he refuses to talk about them and refuses to get specific about what he’s learned, because honestly, he’s learned nothing. Six wives have left him, not to mention many girlfriends and fiancés, and there HAS to be a reason for it. I cannot believe I nearly put myself and my children into that situation. In fact, when I wanted to have deep conversations about how we were going to avoid divorces ourselves, he refused to discuss it. He wouldn’t get specific and couldn’t pinpoint his past mistakes. That, my friends, was the beginning of the end.

Anyway, listen to your inner voice, your God, whatever you want to call it. You may not see the reason for your choice or your inability to commit to this or that person at the time, but later on with some perspective and distance, it will become crystal clear.

Seriously sister…You can do better. Believe it!

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Wow, there really is such thing as a dating coach, and not just in the movie Hitch!

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I never travel for men. I mean never. It’s like this little rule I set up in my head long ago and now I can’t remember why I did that. I must have had a good reason at the time, right?

At times I’ve met men while I’ve been traveling to play with my friends anyway, but make a special trip for a man? No thank you!

Guess what I’m doing March 23?

You guessed it. Traveling to BFE, better known as Nashville, to meet…you guessed it…a man. Not only that, I’m paying for my own plane ticket, which I’m not sure that I’ve ever done (even if I’m meeting friends and I have a date, seems like the dates always kick in…Don’t ask me why…They aren’t even getting sex!)! I don’t know whether to be feeling independent, enlightened and brave, or appalled!

The question is…Have I become more reasonable and pleasantly accomodating or have I lowered my standards?

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With last week’s discussion on whether it is selfish to want to date as a parent, we had some input that we need to have adult relationships in order to refill our own cups. In keeping with that, I’m posting a great quote from Dr. Dan Johnston that my friend Bob came across:

“Suppose that you are the only adult caring for a group of young children. You raise all your food and only have a small amount. At mealtime, in an effort to take good care of the children, you give them most of the food and you eat very little. Over time you become weaker and weaker, but you keep feeding the children the same amount. Eventually when you are too weak to work, who will feed the children? No one! Now all will perish because you neglected yourself. What should you do? You should eat the same as or perhaps more than the children to keep your strength up and ensure that you can continue to care for them. Don’t neglect others by neglecting yourself. Love yourself and then you can love your neighbor. Don’t lose your self-worth. Each day make sure that you take care of yourself so that you will be able to take care of your neighbor.

Does this make you selfish? No. It makes you responsible.

They give and give to others until they give out and then collapse into a depression. Once depressed they cannot help themselves or anyone else.”

Self-worth is what you’re born with, self-esteem is an evaluation of how you’re doing compared to others.

Self-worth and self-respect should remain constant as a lighthouse, where self-esteem is dynamic, changing with every success or failure.

“The reality is that loving your neighbor as yourself begins with you. You must love and value yourself if you are to love others. You have to respect yourself and acknowledge your own self-worth. You must take care of yourself so that you can love and help your neighbor.”

by Dan Johnston Ph.D.

Please remember to take care of yourselves, parents!!

Happy Dating!

I wanted to link you to this article, written by the talented Rachel Sarah, so I could get your feedback on it.

My parents certainly are against single parents dating, particularly my mom. As I’ve generally (though certainly not always) been dating one or more men at a time for the last three years, mother dearest has said some very hurtful things about my level of desperation and selfishness and about my lack of parenting skills. I realize that most of this attitude comes from listening to endless rounds of Dr. Laura, but hey! Maybe she has a point!

What do you all think?

My friend J from Idaho recently had a date that was too entertaining to pass up. She and her interest met up at Lava Hot Springs for a dip in a hot pool, some dinner, and possibly some smooching. Things were going along pretty well for them. The conversation was easy, there weren’t a lot of first date jitters going on (might have had something to do with being half naked in a mineral hot spring, but that’s just my little opinion inserted!).

Anyway, after soaking, relaxing and conversing for some time, they decided they were soaked out and readied themselves to leave for dinner. After they had exited the spring, my friend had an odd feeling come over here and suddenly plummeted headlong back into the spring. She had fainted!

As she was with a brawny hero-type man, that would probably have been okay except for he thought the she had purposely jumped back in for one last hurrah. He watched her writhing around at the bottom of the pool for a bit before he realized that indeed, she was not having a good time and hopped in after her. She then had to spend quite a bit of time in the medic’s room before she was declared sound enough to resume normal activity.

And you thought you were having a bad day…

Cheers!

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romance, valentine’s day, love, deceit, funny, poetry

I managed to get stitches in my finger, and you’d be surprised how hard it is to type with nine fingers! So for your enjoyment today, I found a great article on Valentines for the Lovelorn. (I’m assuming that’s me??)

A Valentine to the Lovelorn

Published: 02/12/07

MONDAY, Feb. 12 (HealthDay News)

Left out of the gifts and flowers of another Valentine’s Day, millions of lonely-hearted Americans wonder: What can I do to turn this situation around?

Whether it’s a new romance you’re looking for, rekindling a relationship that’s gone stale, or just putting the zip back into your sex life, experts are here to help.

First up, singles, ask yourself this: Are you really ready for Cupid?

“You can tell when someone is open to meeting people or not,” said Dr. Catherine Birndorf, a women’s health specialist at NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital/Weill Cornell Medical Center in New York City.

“If you’re just saying to yourself, ‘Oh, I guess that I should be dating, chances are you’re not going to look all that interested,” said Birndorf, who’s also the mental health editor at Self magazine. She suggests that singles not pressure themselves too much to jump back into the dating game, especially if a break-up or other trauma is still fresh.

“Sometimes, it’s good to get an objective view — run it by your friends, for example, and ask them, ‘Do you get the sense that I’m ready?’ ” she said.

If the answer to that question is yes, then it may be time for one of life’s most nerve-wracking moments: the first date.

First dates can be scary, Birndorf said, especially for people who haven’t been on their own for years. “But I think one thing that you have to remember is that it’s the first date for the other person, too,” she said. “You are not the underdog here, you’re both in a similar position.”

Being frank about dating jitters can help. “I’m a big believer in disclosure and saying things upfront,” Birndorf said. “Saying, ‘Hey, I don’t know about you, but I get really nervous on first dates,’ that can help break the ice, it takes everything down a notch.”

Valentine’s Day can also be less-than-thrilling for couples who have been together for years but have somehow lost the “magic.”

The trick is to remember that romantic relationships require ongoing, “active effort,” Birndorf said. “It’s not like you get married and say, ‘There’s, that’s done.’ ”

Instead, remember to set time aside for your partner — ideally each day. Busy people may even want to pencil it into their schedules. “For example, say, ‘Every night after the kids are asleep, we’re going to try and talk from 9 to 10,’ ” Birndorf said. “You can even make dates to have sex.”

She said too many people with kids, especially, forget how special their bond as a couple is. “Instead, I think many people get used to being just ‘the family,’ or they only go out with certain friends,” she said. Simple tips to rekindle the glow include dinner or movie dates out together; spontaneous gift-giving; and thinking hard about doing something your partner loves — even if it’s not your favorite sport or pastime.

Sometimes, though, health barriers can get in the way of sex and romance. Dr. Patricia Rockwell is an assistant professor of family medicine at the University of Michigan Medical School. She said there are nine big health issues that can dampen passion in the boudoir:

* Prescription drugs. Heart drugs such as diuretics and ACE inhibitors, and SSRI antidepressants such as Celexa, Paxil, Prozac and Zoloft, can all interfere with erectile function, Rockwell said. If this proves to be the case, men should ask their doctor if a lowered dose or alternate therapy might be effective.
* Heart health. Myths aside, sex is not going to cause heart attack, even in people with diagnosed heart disease, Rockwell said. However, she advises that people consult with their doctor about the safety of all physical activity immediately after any major cardiovascular procedure.
* Depression. Left untreated, depressed people “can experience lack of pleasure, lack of desire and lack of ability to perform,” Rockwell said in a statement.
* Alcohol. While a few drinks might make you a bit bolder, overdoing it can raise the risk of unsafe sex. Drinking also “decreases sexual pleasure because alcohol lowers your sensations,” Rockwell said.
* Sexually Transmitted Disease. With the correct precautions (especially condoms), contracting an STD — such as HIV, hepatitis or the human papillomavirus (HPV) — need not spell the end to romance, she said.
* Stress. Too many work and family commitments, and too little time, means sex often gets left by the wayside. Stress can also cause libido to decline and lead to unsatisfying sex lives, Rockwell said.
* Pregnancy. Another big myth. “There is no barrier to sex during pregnancy,” she said.
* Menopause. While hormone levels do drop after menopause, the use of topical estrogen creams and lubricants means older women can have sex lives as active as women half their age, Rockwell said.
* Poor body image. A dip in self-esteem can impair sexual desire and satisfaction, Rockwell said. But studies also show that healthy weight loss — as little as 5 pounds — can help turn that around.

Sex and romance is a two-way street, however. So, Birndorf reminds people to do those “little somethings” for the one they love — not just on Valentine’s Day, but on the other 364 days of the year.

“It’s so simple, but often hard to remember,” said Birndorf. “Even myself — I might be at work, having a nice thought about my husband. Then, I’ll say to myself, ‘Hey, just call him!’ So, I’ll speed-dial him and say, ‘Hey, I’m thinking of you, I’m so fond of you.’ And who wouldn’t love that?”

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I managed to cut my finger pretty badly this morning and there is no one here to kiss it better. I also live 60 miles from the nearest place to get it stitched up. Needless to say, typing much is completely out of the question! With that in mind, I leave you with the Men’s Thesaurus (copied and pasted) to get your Monday morning chuckle.

“IT’S A GUY THING”
Translated: “There is no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical.”

“CAN I HELP WITH DINNER?”
Translated: “Why isn’t it already on the table?”

“UH HUH,” “SURE, HONEY,” OR “YES, DEAR”
Translated: Absolutely nothing. It’s a conditioned response.

“IT WOULD TAKE TOO LONG TO EXPLAIN”
Translated: “I have no idea how it works.”

“TAKE A BREAK, HONEY. YOU’RE WORKING TOO HARD.”
Translated: “I can’t hear the game over the vacuum cleaner.”

“THAT’S INTERESTING, DEAR.”
Translated: “Are you still talking?”

“YOU KNOW HOW BAD MY MEMORY IS.”
Translated: “I remember the theme song to ‘F Troop,’ the address of the first girl I ever kissed, and the vehicle identification number of every car I’ve ever owned… but I forgot your birthday.”

“OH, DON’T FUSS — I JUST CUT MYSELF. IT’S NO BIG DEAL.”
Translated: “I have actually severed a limb but will bleed to death before I admit that I’m hurt.”

“HEY, I’VE GOT MY REASONS FOR WHAT I’M DOING.”
Translated: “And I sure hope I think of some pretty soon.”

“I CAN’T FIND IT.”
Translated: “It didn’t fall into my outstretched hands, so I’m completely clueless.”

“WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?”
Translated: “What did you catch me at?”

“I HEARD YOU.”
Translated: “I haven’t the foggiest clue what you just said and am hoping desperately that I can fake it well enough so that you don’t spend the next three days yelling at me.”

“YOU KNOW I COULD NEVER LOVE ANYONE ELSE.”
Translated: “I am used to the way you yell at me and realize it could be worse.”

“YOU LOOK TERRIFIC.”
Translated: “Oh, please don’t try on one more outfit. I’m starving.”

“I’M NOT LOST. I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE WE ARE.”
Translated: “No one will ever see us alive again.”

“WE SHARE THE HOUSEWORK.”
Translated: “I make the messes; she cleans them up.”

Attraction
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The meadow and the mountain with desire
Gazed on each other, till a fierce unrest
Surged ‘neath the meadow’s seemingly calm breast,
And all the mountain’s fissures ran with fire.
A mighty river rolled between them there.
What could the mountain do but gaze and burn?
What could the meadow do but look and yearn,
And gem its bosom to conceal despair?
Their seething passion agitated space,
Till lo! the lands a sudden earthquake shook,
The river fled: the meadow leaped, and took
The leaning mountain in a close embrace.

Does anyone else hate Valentine’s Day as much as I do? I’ve heard it referred to lately as “Single’s Awareness Day” in a derisive tone, but honestly I believe that Valentine’s Day is the second-best time of year to be single (the first being Christmas). I mean really. You don’t have to dream up some elaborate, thoughtful and romantic gift, you don’t have to wear special underwear that hikes up your butt all evening, you don’t have to cook, you don’t have to buy special candles and then return to the store because you forgot to buy a lighter with which to light the stupid things. You can drink Pepsi instead of champagne (because let’s face it, it tastes better and is less likely to make you have a hangover the next day).

You can have cereal for dinner and watch t.v. in your ugliest undies and/or jammies. You can go to bed early and have a great February 15. You can tickle your kids and make Valentine cookies with them and not worry about the mess in the kitchen (or worry about getting flour on your fancy black shirt covering your lacey black bra). You can have your girlfriends over for a night of chick flicks and bask in their unquestionable friendship.

My point: You don’t have to do a danged thing if you’re single and hate Valentine’s Day with me! Go YOU!!

Cheers!

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Articles like these (see below) always take me a little off-guard because my kids miss having a man in the house and ask me reguarly if I would please get married!

Look, Ma: No Men!
It isn’t easy being a single mom and trying to date—especially when your kid’s threatening to kill your boyfriend.

* By Amy Sohn

It’s hard enough for a woman over 35 to get a boyfriend in this town, but try being a woman over 35 with a kid. Though single dads are automatic chick magnets, single moms aren’t so lucky. To some guys, they’re at the bottom of the dating barrel—they’re harried, busy, poor, and thoroughly committed to someone who was fathered by somebody else. And yet they’re tough, they’re up-front, and there’s very little that can throw them. In a world where single women’s baby hunger can drive men crazy, single moms may be their new best bet.

Jo, 38, a boutique owner, lives on the Lower East Side with her 10-year-old daughter, Ella. Jo is white and Ella’s father is black, and the two barely look related, much less like mother and daughter. Jo is slender and drawn, with long, dark hair, while Ella is bulkier, with a huge curly mop. “I don’t like any of her boyfriends,� Ella tells me over a sushi dinner with her mom, “because they take my mommy away.�

Ella’s grumpy because lately she’s been having to share her mother more; Jo has been dating an artist named Nick since September, and he sleeps over in their tiny apartment almost every night. Recently, Jo and Nick were talking about their future. “I fantasized that we’d have this wedding ceremony,� Jo recalls, “and at the end I’d say, ‘Oh, that was fun. See you tomorrow,’ and we’d go back to living in our separate worlds.�

“You know what I’m going to do if you get married?� Ella interrupts. “I’m going to get two of those big grenade-gun things, and I’d shoot Nick in the head. I’d kill him, and then you’d be too old to get married.�

Not surprisingly, Jo recently put Ella in therapy. She’d been expressing violent thoughts about Nick, and Jo was worried. Part of the problem is that the apartment is so tiny. “It’s too small for his stuff,� Jo explains, “and I pay $636 a month, so I’m not going anywhere unless it’s a really good deal. Part of that is just being realistic, but it’s also that I’ve been living independently for so long that I can’t imagine giving up that world for somebody else.�

Still, Jo’s had no shortage of boyfriends since she and Ella’s dad broke up. Most guys last more than a year. Some stay in touch; one of her exes still takes Ella to the movies. “I called him my daddoo,� Ella says.

I start thinking how cute that sounds, then Jo adds, “It was a combination of daddy and doodoo.� I ask Jo if she thinks she attracts unconventional men. “I think the people I attract are 40-year-old kids. They’re not totally irresponsible. They’re committed and interested, but being with me is a safe way of trying a family on for size.�

“But once they get to know you, they have responsibilities,� I say.

She nods. “I have a lot of expectations because of Ella. I expect them to help me move my car or drop my laundry off. The Chinese man that does my laundry around the corner, I don’t know how many different guys he’s seen picking up my laundry, but he knows it’s the red bag.�

Jo and Ella’s dad, Steve, who was 24 when Ella was born, had already broken up when she got pregnant. “I made the decision to keep Ella,� she says, “and he didn’t really have a choice.� Her fantasy was that if she raised a kid alone, she’d get to make all the decisions: “I wasn’t thinking about some of the other things that come along with making all the decisions—like the nonstop 24-hour workload.�

Steve lives in California these days and has gotten married, and he’s been in and out of Ella’s life. Jo’s begun looking into establishing paternity so she can get child support. “I feel guilty in a way,� she says, “but he is legally responsible.�

I have a hard time respecting this way of thinking, since she chose to raise Ella on her own. “Do you see your dad a lot?� I ask Ella.

“Yeah. I went to California last summer.�

“Two summers ago,� Jo corrects her. “You hardly ever see him. He came here one day last summer and bought you a T-shirt.�

So far, Jo’s relationship with Nick has been going well, aside from the fact that he has no income to speak of. She was careful not to introduce him to Ella until a month after they started dating. Jo met Nick on the street in front of Jeffrey, where they’d both been shopping. They talked about fashion, and she told him about her store. He stopped by a few times and they flirted.

“I didn’t actually tell him I had a daughter,� she says, “and then one day, he stopped by when my friend, who also knows him, was painting the gate. My friend told him I had a kid, and Nick didn’t come back for two weeks. I thought, Damn, it’s because I have a kid. Well, fuck him. But it was because he was in another relationship.�

The night Nick met Ella, he charmed her by telling her he was retarded. But as he began staying over more, Ella began complaining. “It’s okay if my mom has a boyfriend,� she explains, “because I’d like her to be happy and everything, but I don’t want her to be in a really big relationship where he sleeps over every day. She used to say, ‘He’ll sleep over two nights a week—’ �

“I never said that,� Jo says. Ella shakes her head, sticking to her story.

Now that Ella’s in therapy, she seems a little less angry at Nick. The biggest problem for Nick and Jo nowadays is that his biological clock has begun ticking. He’s 42, and when he sees babies, he tells her how cute they are. “We have these friends who just had a baby, and they say his ovaries are twitching,� Jo says.

She gets a faraway look. “I’m not against having another child, but I don’t want to do it alone again. And I don’t want to do it without really good health insurance and more income than I make right now.�

In the meantime, she’s focusing on more immediate concerns. With Nick sleeping over a lot, she’s thinking about buying a door—a big step in an apartment that doesn’t have any. “If you get a door, I’m going to break it down,� Ella says.

“I’ve already decided I want a door,� Jo insists. “I just have to find the right one.�

Find this article at:
http://www.nymag.com/nymetro/nightlife/sex/columns/nakedcity/n_10202

From a 50 year-old man, Richard, who lives in the west (used with permission):

My first crush…

Each of us has a special memory buried somewhere deep in our mind of our first crush. These usually happen early in life and never lead to anything, of course. But they are fond memories none the less.

My first was a television crush. As a very young boy, one of my favorite shows on TV was Shari Lewis with her puppets, Lamb Chop and Charlie Horse. Shari was my first crush as a kid, and I never missed the show.

She soon faded from television and I grew up. Neither of us missed the other for years. Then one day it happened.

I was married and had two children. We had moved into a new home we had built. One day my kids came home with a videotape my mother had purchased for them. It was entitled, “Don’t Wake Your Mom” and it was Shari Lewis with her same puppet friends, except she had somehow changed from a late-20s cutie with long, blond pony-tail hair into an older woman with short, curly hair.

I felt the memory of my early crush return when I looked at the cover. We plopped the tape into the VCR and watched it. My kids had marginal interest in it, but I was glued to the television for the entire hour.

At the end of the tape, they had a very short clip from her first show, the one I remembered, showing Shari and Lamb Chop reading his letter from the draft board. I smiled as I watched it, and realized that, without knowing it, my first crush had come back to visit me, if only for a couple of minutes. It was a sweet reunion…

My children almost never watched that tape. It just wasn’t one of their favorites. But I watched it from time to time.

And I still have it.

So who was your first crush? Tell us about it. Be honest!

Replies were as follows:

Me: Remington Steele…Oh my gosh… I still have a weakness for dark hair and blue eyes. Hubba Hubba!

35 yo Female: My first crush was Danny R. in the 4th grade. We both played on the soccer team. He had bright orange hair. I thought it would be cool if we got married because our kids would probably have red hair. Miracle of miracles - one day he sent me the coveted “do you like me - check yes or not” notes. I was so embarrassed that I fumbled around and never gave him a straight answer.

49 yo female: My first crush…began back in 1st grade during a game of kissing tag at recess. He was so cute with that blonde hair, blue eyes, toothless grin and freckled nose … what girl could resist???

46 yo female: Well if we go with a TV personality. It would be Bill Bixby “Courtship of Eddy’s father”, but a real boy would be Carl. He lived in my neighborhood and a bunch of us would get together at night and play cops n robbers, hide n seek and spin the bottle and he kissed me. I think I was 8 yrs old.

31 yo female: Still thinking…there has got to me someone memorable back there somewhere…other than my Ken doll!! lol That would just be pathetic!! Ok, I know…his name was Shad E and we were in kindergarten together. We would take naps on the floor next to each other at at school and he’d sneak over and give me kisses on my cheek!! When we started going to the same school again in fourth grade it was very hard to live it down!! (I was still in the I hate boys stage then.) By the time we took creative writing together in college…it was old hand by then…but what a memory!! *sigh*

42 yo female: My first true crush was Shawn Cassidy, tied with Donny Osmond. This was back in 7th grade. I remember for Christmas my mom bought me tickets to see Shawn Cassidy in concert, so that is a great memory for me. I had pictures of him all over my room, along with Donny, Leaf, and all the rest of the 70’s heart throbs.

31 yo male: mine was tv also. I used to have a huge crush on Winnie from the show ” the Wonder Years ” Oh she was just too cute and i couldnt get enough of her

I still find myself drawn to men who have dark hair and blue eyes. I wonder if others out there are trying to find their childhood crushes as well!

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