My first serious boyfriend didn't come into my life until I was 17 and a senior in high school.
He told me he loved me 2 months after we started dating and yes, I was in love as much as a 17 year old could be in love.
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.
And I wasn't ashamed of my love.
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 in Chicago.
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.
Just so you know this is Menudo in the 80's:
And here they are today:
Still like mine better.
Nothing says teenage hysteria more like shiny metallic pants.
So there is my story of my first love.
Don't be jealous.
But Roy is still mine.