Chapter 11

James

The first time I ever felt attracted to a girl was in my sophomore year. It was Leslie Peters, a beautiful brunette, whose tough outlook and rather sensitive nature made her the most attractive girl I had ever known. It didn’t help that physically, she was my dream girl. She was petite, but curvy in all the right places, with small almond-shaped brown eyes that sat on a perfectly symmetrical oval-shaped face. I found myself staring at her all the time in class; I thought about her all the time, and I even stalked her on social media.

Eventually, we got really close, and she became attracted to me too. We did things together – study, hang out, and even made out a couple of times. Regardless of all these, I knew all too well that we wouldn’t be more than that. I never asked her out, and we never talked about our feelings for each other, although we were both very aware of our feelings for each other. I was quite satisfied with how things were, and I thought Leslie wa