He told me he loved me two months after we started dating and yes, I was in love as much as a 17-year-old could be.
But if I am being technical, that wasn’t the first time I fell in love.I fell in love for the first time when I was 12.
I don’t remember how it happened or where I was when I first saw them but I do remember for all of middle school, mostly contained to 8th grade, I was totally, madly, deeply, obsessively in love.
With a boy band.
From Puerto Rico.
Named after a soup.
Yes, I, a 12-year-old white girl from rural Ohio was in love with Menudo.
My family knew about it.
My parents let me adorn my walls with magazine cut outs.
Adorn is actually a light term for it.
My room looked like it was wallpapered with Puerto Rican teenagers.
Kind of scary like a teen version of Silence Of The Lambs only with Robby, Charlie, Ray, Ricky and Roy.
My friends knew all about it.
I even sucked one of my friends into my Menudo hysteria.
My bff Wendy started to like Charlie.
Which was fine because I was totally into Ray.
But more Ray than Roy.
I even had a friend who had family in Chicago and apparently they had a Menudo store there.
And apparently they had all things Menudo in that store.
So I gave her money and she bought me some things.
I have no idea what.
I am sure a poster, because you know, I didn’t have enough for the Menudo bomb shelter I was creating.
I also requested information from the Puerto Rico Tourism board.
So I could go to Puerto Rico.
Even though I am pretty sure they all live in LA.
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