he first time I contacted a girl because I had a crush on her was in third grade. Her name was Jenny, and she had long, golden hair. I think that’s what I liked about her, or maybe it was just because she didn’t pick her nose. At some point in our budding romance I passed her a note professing my affection—“I like you.” That’s all I remember of this inaugural crush. I do remember that she and her family moved away that school year, so I doubt that the relationship progressed much further.
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A few years later, a girl named Nicole telephoned my parent’s house. It was a wrong number, but since we were both in sixth grade and entering puberty, we ended up talking. We talked every night for a couple of weeks, and at some point we decided to meet. She lived in a different school district, but there was a roller skating rink midway so we met there. All the time we had talked, I didn’t know what she looked like. I remember her being cute when we finally did meet, or at least cute enough to make out with behind the building. I met her a couple times after that and made out with her again, but I don’t remember how our fling ended. One of us probably met someone new during the snowball skate. Several years and girlfriends later, I encountered Tracy in the first class of my first year in college. It was 1991. She sat in front of me and had long, curly red hair. That alone was enough to get my attention, but she was beautiful, all around. By chance, she also worked at a coffee shop near campus that I frequented and one night, early in the semester, I stopped in, and she was at the register. I ordered and struck up a conversation. For the next
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