This Tumblr Ask is actually around 2 years old— I just never got to it because I didn’t know how to respond. LELZ.
Not beautiful, but thanks? Even though this is a bit creepy because you’re anonymous and I don’t post pics of myself online. Introduce yourself via email with a photo if you’re a cute guy. Hahahaha. I’m half-kidding.
Got a question for me? ASK ME and I’ll reply with a drawing/doodle in my downtime.
Some reef studies.
His name was David* and we were in second grade. We never talked. I thought he was very cute but not so much when he was in his PE uniform because the neckline of his shirt seemed too big for him.
“Anong gusto mo sa kanya?” my dad asked.
“Cute siya,” I answered. “Pero minsan nangungulangot siya.”
My dad laughed. Even at 7 years old, I already had high standards.
One day I was trying to get my stroller through the classroom aisle but couldn’t because my classmates’ bags were in the way. David was standing behind me and saw me struggling with my stroller. Without a word, he lifted up one end of my stroller over the bags so I could pass through. Problem solved. I was so flustered I didn’t say anything.
I recounted the incident to my classmates, Peggy and Christine, and told them I didn’t even say thank you. “Mag-thank you ka!” Peggy exclaimed. She and Christine egged me on to write a thank you note -slash- love letter to David (with their supervision). I don’t remember if I agreed to or I was doing so against my will but pretty soon, that’s what I was doing.
As I am writing this more than 20 years after it happened, I barely remember what was in the letter but I do remember the following:
1. The letter started out with, “Dear David, Thank you for carrying my stroller yesterday…” I’m not sure if I also told him I had a crush on him.
2. I passed the note to David who was sitting two seats away on my left.
3. Christine, Peggy, and I watched him as he read the letter.
4. He read it, laughed thinking it was a joke, then balled up the note and threw it in our direction.
5. The balled up note hit me on my back. The three of us girls laughed along with David, as if it really was all a joke.
6. Truth be told, I felt hurt and I felt like crying. But I didn’t. One of the girls said, “Aww…”
I crushed on David for several years. I was disappointed when we weren’t classmates in Grade 3. In fact, Grade 2 was the first and last time that David and I would ever be classmates. But I didn’t know that then.
In the summer before 4th grade started, I had to start wearing glasses. My first concern was that David wouldn’t recognize bespectacled me when we went back to school. Not that he would even notice me anyway. I was in my awkward pre-teen phase and I had become a thin, tall, gangly, and tomboy-ish four-eyed girl who played basketball.
In Grade 5 my mom was looking through my school notebooks (after receiving word from my teacher that I don’t do the required exercises and draw on my books instead) and found a page scribbled with “I love David” over and over. She got mad and told me I was too young to be having crushes and that I should concentrate on schoolwork instead, given my lousy grades.
I was in Grade 6 when I found other guys to crush on. I forgot about David. He was one of the brightest students in our batch and would always be in the honors class anyway until we graduated high school.
I don’t know where he went for college. Not that I cared. At some point David and I were Friendster friends in the early days of the millennium and I think I left him a jokey testimonial about how he was my first crush. I think we may be Facebook friends now but I’m not really sure (and I don’t care enough to check). We do follow each other on Instagram but I don’t think he checks in very often. Last year, I saw him once in the church inside our village, a few meters away from our house. It was the first time I’ve seen him since high school. I thought he was still pretty cute. Like a taller version of his second grade self. He didn’t see me.
There is no point to this story, actually. I just wanted to tell the story about my first crush.
*Names changed to protect myself.
Before and after, from an old style exploration project.
A few exploratory style sketches for a Bible project
Check out how these sketches turned out on my Behance portfolio: https://www.behance.net/gallery/17104727/Educational-art
Process for my illustration for a spread in Muni x Moonleaf’s 2014 planner. See the final image here: http://www.behance.net/gallery/Make-Someones-Day/12996069
Trying out some new Photoshop brushes!