Happy Sunday and happy boy addict blog day! Since I’m going old school I decided to talk about my first addiction to a boy at the age of 7. Ricky was the smartest boy in my 2nd grade class and he was cute too. I was instantly drawn to him and wanted to be around him as much as possible without his knowledge. Even though I never had an interest in sports prior to Ricky, I found myself on the kickball field just to be close to him.
I did everything possible to keep him in close range. Our 2nd grade desk formations were 4 desks grouped together. Of course I needed to be part of his foursome. So did Sherry- a very cute dark haired freckled girl who seemed to take a liking to Ricky too. I felt a bit ignored at that foursome as the two of them seemed to be getting very cozy. So I persisted (as a good boy addict does) and I sat with all the boys at the lunchroom table once again to be near Ricky. It was becoming obvious that Ricky was not noticing me in the least. And it was becoming obvious there was a girl at the boys table. I stood out like a scarlett letter.
I’m not sure whether Ricky was simply trying to get me to back off or whether he had indeed fallen in love, but when our teacher stepped out of the classroom one afternoon Ricky stood up right on top of our four desk formation and yelled out loud to the entire class as he looked right at her proclaiming “Sherry, I love you!” If time could have stood still while my heart broke into a million pieces I could begin to explain what my first true heartbreak felt like. Suffice it to say I was crushed.
This was the first time I made my identity about a boy…The first of many attempts…I suppose you could say my first “hit” of boy. Trying to be clean and sober is not easy when my addiction began at the tender age of 7.
Thank you for reading.