Look at how I've matured.

I've come to the realization that all "men" I had crushes on grades 4 (or whenever I stopped thinking boys had cooties) to 9 have turned out to be either pierced head to toe, high school/college dropouts, have a record of incarceration, got some girl pregnant, or are still riding their skateboards at the park in Bismarck I once thought was so "sexy".

Thank God for growing up.