There were two guys that I had a crush on in school. Guy A, well, I fell for him badly in my last year at school. He was gorgeous - tall, dark hair, dark blue eyes. Not to mention he was one of the kindest, sweetest people in my school. I'm not joking - he was classed as everyone's best friend at school. I ran into him last year and, to be honest, he's become one of my best friends (along with his wife, curse her, lol!) and he's really helped me through some pretty tough times over the past twelve or so months. He's still as gorgeous and funny as ever, and he's actually quite chuffed that I had a crush on him. Wasn't too sure when he tried to set me up with a friend of his from work though. Guy had the personality of blancmange and seemed to have a serious fixation on Danny Dyer. Eek. But yeah, Guy A? Definitely a friend for life, even if he's married to a seriously adorable woman (curse you!) and has a penchant for eating cheese on toast with banana and marmite.
Guy B, however...you know how in school there are those whom you can't help imagine naked and know that you shouldn't? That was Guy B. Guy B was the captain of the school football team (well, soccer to those outside the UK), was Mr Popular, etc etc. And he was gorgeous and he knew it. And what makes it even worse was that I was a horned-up sixteen year old who happened to get a glimpse of him naked in the shower and yeah, I was hooked. Seriously, the guy was hung. And the sad thing was that he knew that people fancied him and he used that. Long story cut short, left school, didn't see him again until three years ago and my God, that old story people tell you about the universe getting it's own back on the bastards? It did where he was concerned. He's lost his looks, lost most of his hair (he used to fuss over it, and yeah, it was lovely hair - curly, deep blonde in colour, almost bronze) and the years of him doing drink and drugs in his twenties have hammered him. I'm almost - almost - ashamed to say that I looked upon his fall from grace as revenge, purely because that he hurt a friend of mine pretty severely (in short: shagged this girl, caused her to have a pregnancy scare, humiliated her in school, forced her to change schools) and also simply because that before I ran into him, I'd heard some pretty cruel stories about him, stories that actually turned out to be true (ie, he's a homophobe who hospitalised a young gay guy five years ago).