My seventh grade crush was a hipster.

I didn't realize it then of course - I just thought he was cute - but now it only seems obvious. His name was Bobby Miller - a wholesome All-American name if I ever heard one - and he was everything an awkward, bespectacled 12-year weirdo could want: adorable, shy, skinny, blond and refreshingly not a part of the "popular" middle school clique. He dressed in corduroys and Simpsons tee shirts, listened to Beck (long before I knew who Beck was!), and preferred paper airplanes and playing with his cat to football. It was 1997 and I was in love, swooning over Bobby in art class and snagging a seat next to him on the bus ride to Medieval Times.

The Evolution of Homer: One of Bobby's fave tees

In high school, we pretty much fell out of touch -- I was too busy dating actors and poets and listening to emo -- but Bobby I remember continued on the same trajectory, wearing hoodies and belts made of string, listening to Modest Mouse and Danger Mouse and more Beck of course, chilling out after school, snowboarding and building things out of wood and metal.

The best Beck video ever

I should have known that I'd end up with a guy just like Bobby - skinny, blond, musically tuned-in and fond of silly tee shirts, construction and television. They say you have one type - my type is definitely the Beck type.

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