Aridarr wrote:
I was 11. There was a boy in my class named Dylan. He was black, geeky, short and overweight. He wore glasses and spoke with an inexplicably posh accent. I remember once accidentely getting into a conversation with him and his friends when we were stuck in a room together. I spent the whole time giggling and staring at the ceiling, desperately trying not to make eye contact. Eventually, I made an excuse and ran from the room, and stood banging my head against a wall until it hurt.
I liked him because he was intelligent and weird. He said "gosh" a lot.

I had a crush on a boy like that, too, when I was about 10 or 11. He was black, skinny, and wore thick framed black glasses. His name was Denzel. He spoke very properly, and used words that showed superior intelligence. I giggled a lot when around him, and he, in turn, would talk even more!
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