Secret preteen crush confessions. No, not Chachi.
Or maybe it's somehow genetic. I was a Happy Days addict as a kid. It made every Tuesday a happy day.
(Ha! See how I just did that?)
Friday was also special by the way, thanks to my weekly sleepovers with Tamar, the company of her excellent comic book collection, a well-stocked junk food drawer, and the musical stylings of Donny and Marie. But Tuesday? Most special school night hands down.
So I cuddled up with Thalia and Sage, watching the opening credits roll for the first time in forever, and ready for a little nostalgic Fonzie and Richie action. The first thing that struck me: the theme song was off. Why was it off? Did The Hub reedit the theme song? Lord no--it turned out to be the final season of Happy Days; the dreaded Ted McGinley Season. This was a season so far beyond jumping the shark that I had tuned out myself by then. Even 15 year-olds have their limits.
But the next thing that triggered a visceral reaction that totally surprised me, was Anson Williams popping onto the screen.
Potsie made my heart race.
I was not your average pre-teen hormonal gal in the 70s. I mean sure I liked Chachi--it was the law in 1978. But deep down, really deep down, I harbored deeper affections for Potsie Weber. He was cute, he was witty, and he was totally non-threatening in those little v-neck sweater vests. Plus, as I recall, he could sing. Like, acoustic guitar, serenade a gal, melt-your-heart sing. Even if the songs were heinous. Pump Your Blood anyone? Glee's got nothing on this scene.
While I was far too insecure to confess my secret love then, I feel fairly justified in doing it now. Especially with more kindred spirits in my Twitter stream when I first announced it, than I would have imagined.
Who was your secret pre-teen crush? I promise not to tell anyone.