In my 13th summer I got to be the "bring along companion" of my Bobwhite Only Child friend for two months in Boothbay Harbor, Maine. Each day we bicycled to our very own cove, spent hours rowing about in the Magdalena Hagdalena, dove off rock embankments into the briny ocean and and let the sun bake our skin dry. We pedaled back to our cottage along an old tar road enveloped by the tallest pine trees with blueberry bushes growing along the edges in time to dress ourselves for dinner at Fisherman's Wharf. Each night we sat at the same window table and ordered our favorite meals, and each night the same cute busboy who cleared our plates visited my dreams with romantic kisses. My first crush on a boy! As the summer came to an end I still had only managed a shy smile. I didn't even know his name.
Home. I just could not stop thinking about the blond haired, blue eyed, lanky tan busboy; so I wrote a letter and put it in an envelope inside of an envelope, and sent it to the restaurant. On the inside envelope I wrote, "Please give this to the busboy who is kinda tall and has blond hair and really blue eyes and is really cute." In the letter itself I poured out my adoration as only a teenage girl can..." I like swimming, and tennis, and bike riding, and I love the Osmonds...." No return letter.
School begins, no letter. Leaves begin to fall, and finally a letter comes. "Hello, I got your letter. I thought you were a really cute girl. Very tan. I didn't write sooner because I've been getting settled in at my dorm. I drove my new motorcycle here. Hey you are a really special girl, but my girlfriend says I can't write to you. Well, I gotta go now and hit the books... Always, your busboy, Dan ......"
A Bobwhite's first crush, a heart ache so sweetly remembered.