I was infatuated. I can still remember his name. Steve C. He was long and lean and he played basketball. I sat beside my sister proudly to watch him jog up and down that high school court and they were winning! I never understood the game. I didn't care. Steve's chestnut brown hair, his beautiful eyes, even that deep voice, he always spoke to my sister, while I was busy drawing his name on my shoes.

My sister thought it was so funny as I wore my heart on my sleeve. "You're to young. Ha, Ha. He will never look at you." She would say. I was little and blonde and blue eyed. I was about nine years old.

Maybe that's when I learned the man of my dreams would never look at me. It surely was when I learned to long for love. To want to be looked at by a special man, I found a few of those as I grew up, but Steve he moved on to a beautiful wife.

Steve was a handsome, successful businessman, who I always had that childhood crush on. I grew up to be a nineteen-year old girl. who was engaged to her fantasy man. That's when I saw my Steve again.

I learned the meaning of infatuation all over again. Steve C. was now older and ruggedly handsome. If I didn't have a ring on my finger, I would have set about finding a way to date the now grown businessman. Still I picked up my coffee from the tiny mini-mart counter and with drew. I was five foot one, blonde; blue eyed and a slight one hundred and fifteen pounds.

I was sexy this time, not a little girl and I was wearing a hot red dress. I turned around and walked out. I was a grown up, but my infatuation lingered, as I remembered my dream love. Then my father crawled into our truck and said. "Don't you tell anyone I said this to you. But, Steve just told me if he wasn't married he would date you in a heart beat, that you are beautiful."

My heart soared, the man of my dreams thought I was beautiful. My heart soars every time I think of Steve. I am still infatuated, he never left my toilet seat down, or called me a bad name, or forgot my birthday. Steve will always be calling me beautiful in my memory and I will always be infatuated with my love of my life my first infatuation.

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