Monday, February 15, 2010
How many girls are so lucky to have three men at one point or another in their life who remind that girl of her longtime crush, James Dean?
I don't know any girls, but me in this category.
Wish I knew where the feeling came from or where it originated. I can't remember, it's like I woke up one morning and just knew, as only a 17 year old could.
Watching his movies, buying a poster to adorn my walls with (see above photo for how it looked), and this old puzzle I put together of him. I could not explain my fascination with him to my questioning parents. That's like trying to explain a weepy dream to someone and that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you realize they don't understand because it wasn't their dream.
Of the three guys, only one has stayed with my mind all these years. The high school boy of course. Not to sound like a weirdo writing this, but we really do affect the lives of others even if we know it or not.
Overnight, this little note I penned blew up on Tumblr. This is a condensed version of something that happened a few years ago with this guy I graduated from high school with. I'd make it more detailed, but sometimes simplicity speaks louder than details.
There was a guy in my senior year h.s. class who reminded me of James Dean. Goddamn, he was beautiful. I was so shy around him. I never spoke to boys back then. He always complimented me and I blushed really badly.
2 years later, I kissed him.
Still the best kiss ever, despite the fact that I was drunk and wearing a pink and black wig.
James and Julie Harris in East of Eden, definitely my favorite film of his. Their chemistry is like no other when they are on screen together.
Love to you all,