In the very same moment that Roberta decided to stop taping her bra, I fell in love with Devon Sawa.
I’d fallen in like with him just a few months before courtesy of his breakout role in Little Giants, but it was his look-back-after-walking-away grin he gave Christina Ricci that sealed the deal for my baby heart. (I much preferred his forward-brushed bangs as opposed to the 90’s middle part.)
However, where blonde, floppy haired romances were concerned, Leonardo DiCaprio captured my soul a year before he dramatically drowned in the ocean. He was Romeo, and I, his Juliet.
Others came and went — there was a brief stint with Jonathan Taylor Thomas and an emotional dalliance with Rider Strong of Boy Meets World — but to this day, when anyone asks me about my first kiss I tell them it was perfect: we sat on the porch swing of my parents’ home, drinking Coke Heavy from glass bottles, and after we kissed I acted like nothing short of the ideal, perfect lady.
It’s a little awkward when someone calls me out on my lie — “Um, Amelia…isn’t that a scene from Now and Then?” — but what can I say? Love is blind.
Your turn: tell me yours.