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First Crush:
The boy next door...
Since birth I've been sort of a temptress, or maybe I've just always been on the prowl.
Nothing brings you closer to your sweetheart than playing kissing tag. That is, until you turn ten and need to find other means of wooing him.
When I was about eight years old (yes, eight years old!), I realized that my neighbour who lived directly in front of my house was meant for me. He was slightly older; he may have been 12 or 13, with dark mysterious eyes, and to me, he was all man. His name: Bradley.
I was fascinated with him because he was kind of a bad boy, a rebel. (It's really sad because I have not gotten out of this phase.) He was sweet too, and he showed that side by teaching me how to ride a bike and attempting to show me how to skateboard. Needless to say, I perfectly planned "my fall" and he attentively looked after my scraped knee.
The day that I knew that I was utterly in love was when Bradley invited a bunch of girls (I was included!!!) to play kissing tag with him. Oh, he knew he was the man back in the day!
I lovingly claimed my territory on his neck. He yelled out, "Who kissed my neck?" and I proudly said, "I did!" I was happy that I got at least one kiss in, but I knew that he much preferred if the sweet gentle kiss came from someone older. Or from someone who actually looked good in a tube top.
Even though in my mind I felt like a woman on that day, I knew that Bradley only saw me as his little sister's friend. ¤ Michelle