I was careful all of my life about boys, my parents always warned me to be. Every time I got asked on a date, something was wrong with the boy. He wasn't good enough, or just one little thing seemed to be wrong with every single one of them. There was one boy in particular, however, that I couldn't help but fall for. His name was Kyle. He was on the swim team, had perfect teeth, good grades, and ,of course, an amazing swimmer's body. We started dating on Valentine's Day of my junior year and were inseparable. I married Kyle. It is a rare, but amazing thing.