My first crush was when I was 11. He was blue eyed, blond, smart, kind, sporty, popular and basically well liked by everyone. He was different to any other guy in my year in that he was courteous to everyone. I on the other hand was the small, quiet and nerdy asian girl. He was basically out of my league to say the least. During our dancing lessons, he used to tell me about how his mother always said I looked like a porcelain doll. (I have an amazing effect on mothers, which is still the case years later.) Anyway, I didn't quite know how to take the compliment and was kind of speechless, but a bit warm inside. To cut a long story short, I fell for him pretty hard, only to find that he liked some other blond, blue-eyed girl who had a horrible personality.