What I didn't expect to deal with last week was mourning the death of one of my first crushes...Davy Jones.
Over the past few days I've been watching a lot of YouTube videos of Davy which has brought back many memories of my adolescence. I loved watching reruns of the Monkees during the 70s. Although the band was created for the television show, something I didn't know at the time, I instantly fell for the shorter Monkee with the dark, bowl cut hair, cute dimples, and British accent. Oh, that accent! I don't remember how old I was exactly when I discovered the Monkees, somewhere in the 10 to 12 range. I loved their zany antics and catchy songs. But the only one who set my heart a flutter was Davy.
What I'm going to write next will undoubtedly sound goofy to some, (though I suspect not to my female readers) but remember my age at the time. Forget the boy (another Dave) in my 4th grade class who shot 'i love you' notes across the room with elastics to get my attention. He even had a similar hairstyle - bowl cut around the ears (it was the 70s, folks). Wasn't interested. Most of the boys I knew either acted weird, ignored me, or teased me. Alex liked to point out that I walked funny. Richie thought it was funny to ask me, "Why don't you ever talk? And what's on your forehead? (pimples)"
Watching Davy on that silly TV show stirred something inside me. Around this time I started taking tenative steps away from childhood and toward young adulthood, experiencing feelings that were both confusing and exciting at the same time. I began to think, Hey, maybe boys aren't that bad after all. Maybe kissing a boy wouldn't be that bad (if he looked like Davy). Maybe the Monkees will come to my town someday, like they sing in the opening song, and I'll get to meet him! Yes, I was a bit of a daydream believer.
Leif couldn't do it.
Donny didn't do it.
Shawn? Uh uh.
But Davy? He could and did.
Davy was cute, fun, had a smile that lit up the room, could sing, and did I mention his accent?
Rest in peace, dear Davy. Thanks for the sweet memories.
Tell me about your first adolescent crush.