A neighbour's nephew who lived in New York, but came to study in Oxford, so stayed with his uncle & aunt sometimes in the holidays. He was 23, I was 14. We went on bike rides together with his uncle. I used to swoon when he pecked me on the cheek goodbye and fantasize about him every hour of the day
. I last saw him when I did Camp America aged 20. He very kindly showed me & my then boyfriend round New York. Despite this generosity, XBF still looked daggers at him, I guess my crush was still evident, sigh.