Reply #3: Oh, probably 6th grade, but the one that stands out was in 8th grade. [View All]

His name was Brian. He was a creep and I should post his full name, but of course, I won't.

I had such a crush on him. One day, he approached me at my locker. As soon as I realized he was coming to talk to me, my heart started to pound and I wasn't sure I could even think straight. I was such a dork and so excited. Naive. Really.

He stopped at my locker, two or three of his snotty friends behind me. He leaned on the locker next to mine.

"Cathy," he began, watching me turn into a quivering mass of nerves. "I just wanted to tell you..." (my breath caught) "...I think you are the ugliest girl I have ever seen."

25 years ago, and I still remember the taunt of that little asshole, and the giggles of his asshole friends. Jerk.