Unlucky for all my friends, these weren’t exactly slumber party movies. Or feel-good movies. Or movies anywhere near appropriate for fifth graders.
We got halfway through the second film and decided to just talk about Leo instead. Talking turned into truth and dare and that turned into me making out with a poster of Leo. When I attempted to french him my friends asked me to stop. I thought after watching the mother die in What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, that would be light entertainment. They disagreed. Someone said it made them feel “uncomfortable” inside.
By the time my 12th birthday rolled around, my Leo wall was coming down and being replaced by something more mature. Probably a photo of me the first time I was allowed to go to the mall alone with my friends ($20 bill and freedom, say what!). But I always fostered a small crush on Leo in my heart. After all he was my first big one.
Until today. When I saw these photos of him having lunch with his mother in Miami. What happened to my debonair crush? My leading man? The guy I french kissed on a dare! Somewhere between my 11th birthday and now he turned into a middle-aged man with awkward facial hair and a bucket hat. Needless to say the part of my heart where I’ve kept him all this time turned black and crumbled.
It’s over. Leo and I are over. It had to happen at some point, I just didn’t think it would be today.