We knew each other from church. She was 13, I was 14, and we were walking together to a school party when she told me we were on a date. I had no idea what to think other than most of my thought processes were descending to my crotch. We found a nice quiet, dark corner at this party to make out, and it was glorious, exciting, and happy, not at all anxious or awkward as I had feared.

I genuinely liked this girl, she was pretty, funny, smart, and liked to hold hands and show affection. We dated for a while but I was young and stupid, had no idea how to conduct myself in a relationship, and ended up a big disappointment to her. I have no idea what became of her, but I hope she understands that my behavior back then had more to do with juvenile imbecility than real feeling.

It's likely because of her that I continue to have a thing for redheads, and learned a couple of hard lessons in friendship that are a part of me still.

Peace, Mooh.