Crushing on Blithe

In sixth grade, I sat behind this boy who had curly, sandy blond hair and these mesmerizing blue eyes. I spent a good portion of my day wondering what it would be like to loop one of those curls through my fingers. This boy had no interest in me other than to give him a copy of my science homework, but I think Blithe is giving me a taste of what those sandy locks may have felt like.

(On a side note, I ran into this boy later in our lives, and his hair had darkened and thinned quite a bit. He wouldn't shut up about "living in the shadow of his older brother." It's nice to know Blithe will never become bitter and bald.)