Tell us the story of your first crush.
In 1981, I saw a boy that was cuter than the rest. I was a shy, unathletic kid so I’m not sure what possessed me to chase him on the playground . . . for two years.
What would I have done if I did catch him? No idea. He was so fast that I didn’t think I would.
Then one day, I stopped chasing him. He didn’t like me in the same way. I had to face the fact that he was not interested in me. It was time to gather what was left of my pride and move on to the third grade.