I was a "late bloomer," people say, when it comes to girls. I was ten before I remember ever getting a crush on any girls. Kristi was a skinny brunette that I had known since Kindergarten. Don't ask me why I didn't really notice her for five years, but suddenly one day I remember looking at her in class and finding it very attractive the way she combed her hair, the way her arms looked sticking out of her T-shirt, and the way she chewed on her pencil. When some other kids noticed me staring, they all sang songs about during recess and told Kristi I wanted to marry her, which made her proclaim how much she thought I was gross and a loser, just to try and stop the teasing. I never looked at her again in the same way.