Rene Thornton's Valentine  

Vincent_Omnia 46M
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2/13/2006 3:26 pm

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Rene Thornton's Valentine


When I was in the fifth grade, I had a crush on Rene Thornton. She had red hair, a precious smile, and -- for reasons that still escape me -- was nice to me. I was old enough to understand boys and girls and the bizarre attraction between such different creatures. I was not old enough to control my emotions.

Valentine's Day rolled around and, back in the day, there was none of this "bring something for everyone" nonsense. You brought cards for whoever you wanted to bring cards to. People you liked and people you had crushes on and people who were your pals and people who were your friends.

But the candy was different. Candy was special. It was reserved for the apex of attraction, the pinnacle of the pretty, the occidental object of desire. And if it was chocolate and came in a box? Oh, my. There is no better evidence of the undying love and affection of a fifth-grader than a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

I do not remember how I got the money; I only remember that I had it to spend, and I spent it on a heart-shaped box of chocolates for Rene Thornton. I remember carefully considering what box to purchase, as well -- it had to be perfectly calibrated to maximize the amount of chocolate provided for the limit of the funds available.

I must have stood there for days on end, calibrating in my fifth-grade brain which box would be the best to give Rene Thornton. In the end, I selected the obvious choice: a heart-shaped box that had a uniqueness all its own. It was heart-like in shape only. It was not red. It was denim. Yes, denim-print heart shaped box of chocolates.

It was 1979.

Rene Thornton never got her box of chocolates.

I recall waiting until after school was out to give it to her. I didn't want to sully the transcendant importance of my love offering by mixing it with all the other willy-nilly card-exchanging that had been going on. So I sought her out after the bell.

On the way to the bus, I tried to get her attention, but couldn't do it. Then I realized why -- she was talking to another boy. This boy had handed her a box of chocolates, but it was bigger than mine. It was red, not some stupid what-was-I-thinking denim. He got there first. She was smiling.

In my mind's eye as I look back on this, I imagine that I probably saw her kiss him. That would make for a good story, and explain what came next. In truth, however, I don't recall anything other than looking at that big (really BIG) and RED heart-shaped box of chocolates that some other boy gave her.

I remember crying softly to myself on the bus on the way home, clutching my denim heart. I remember getting off the bus, and running into my yard, around the side of the house. I remember dropping my books and throwing the box of chocolates into the street from my house. I remember that the box did not break. I remember taking a pencil and chasing that heart into the street, poised like a madman's dagger. I remember stabbing that heart with my pencil again and again and again. I remember crying uncontrollably. I remember looking at the mangled heart and thinking that I really had no business getting Rene Thornton a valentine anyway.

I think of that heart-shaped, denim-printed box of chocolates just about every Valentines Day.

This year is no different. Except it is in every way.

Until this year, I've never told anyone this story. And as I've shared it with you, I've realized some things about that episode with Rene Thornton's Valentine. I realized that that was the first time I ever cried over a girl. I realized that I've never been a fan of Valentine's Day since February 14, 1979. And I realized that catharsis need not ruin a perfectly heart-shaped box, even one printed in denim.

In case you are wondering, I never told Rene Thornton about her erstwhile Valentine, either. It wasn't about her. I knew enough even as a 10-year old to know that. It was about me.

It still is. And I would really love to love Valentine's Day again.

xoxo
Vince

craptoast 39M

2/13/2006 4:22 pm

hey, what the hell? where's my namedrop? when i was in kindergarden i had a crush on shirley temple, only later realizing she was not actually my age. thus begins the mad attraction for older women...


craptoast 39M

2/13/2006 4:27 pm

okay, now that i'm done talking about me...

this is honestly the best post i've ever read here at AdultFriendFinder. as i was reading it, i was trying to second guess what would happen. does he give her the chocolate heart anyway? what is her reaction to two boys hitting her up after school? does he start throwing chocolates at the two of them? that would be pretty fucking funny. but no, it was truer then all that. straight from the heart. touchingly real, and thouhtful. thanks.


jadedbabe78 105F

2/13/2006 4:59 pm

February 14, 1979----I was *almost* 3 months old...*ahem*

I've never been a fan of the day either.....and I do know why. Crap, I feel the need to blog the crap out of this later tonight...a little self help therapy.

Big hugs and *MWAH* ~ Jadey


rm_1hotwahine 62F
21091 posts
2/13/2006 5:17 pm

go buy the fanciest, coolest, gaudiest box of chocolates you can find. Put a card on it that says "Happy Valentines Day to you." Take it to a senior center or nursing home. As the staff to give it to the resident that they think will most appreciate it. Or if practical, give it to her yourself.

This will be better than ten Rene Thorntons.

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


impish_pixie 54F
6867 posts
2/13/2006 5:19 pm

Eric...his name was Eric.

I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. ~Marilyn


caressmewell 53F

2/13/2006 5:36 pm

The only good thing about Valentines Day is the chocolate. I loved this day as a child but came to dislike it as an adult.

I liked your post..you should share little stories like this more often. Love you


PrincessKarma 43F
6188 posts
2/13/2006 7:49 pm

I would have loved to receive that denim heart... *HUGS and KISSES*

The Big Bang was the mother of all orgasms.PrincessKarma


JustaSeeker 105F

2/13/2006 8:16 pm

This a sweet and beautiful story, and I felt for that little boy. It explains why grown up boys are so afraid to offer their denim covered hearts.


rm_1hotwahine 62F
21091 posts
2/13/2006 11:11 pm

yeah, see, I was wondering the same thing as [blog mizzkitka] - what happened to the chocolates???

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


aascrompn 42M
6444 posts
2/14/2006 10:20 am

I love it once... she walked out two years ago.


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