What was the ethnicity/race of your first childhood crush?

[Anonymous]

[GuyAnswersGirls123]

Japanese. She was my kindergarten teacher when I was 4 years old in Japan. I used to play on a pedal car like this:

Actually I wasn't normally a bully but I was a bit of a bully about the pedal car. If any other kids tried to ride it, I raised my fist and they knew to let me ride it.

Then each time I rode it, my kindergarten teacher would spread her legs and form a tunnel for me to drive underneath her legs.

Unbeknownst to her, I looked up her skirt every time. Black panties, white panties, blue panties, red panties, purple panties; on good days I'd even see a stray pubic hair or two. I especially liked the purple panties.

[GuyAnswersGirls123]

Me back then after graduating from kindergarten:

It was a sad day for me because I had to say goodbye to my crush forever. I had gotten so used to looking up her skirt. It was my daily source of joy in life and one of the main things that kept me going, waking up day after day.

After that I felt the deepest emptiness without her but over the years I recovered. I just took things one day at a time.

[GuyAnswersGirls123]

I was an extreme early bloomer in that relative sense. The other boys were confused why I liked women so much, not so much girls my age but the teachers, their mothers, the young women in high school. I didn't know why at the time; I just knew I wanted to touch them and see their parts, see what's underneath the pubic hair.

[Begging4giggles]

Well, she's a cartoon doll, and one made of mixed parts in the bargain-- but given her general appearance/personality I believe she'd be Irish/German if given human form. Pale skin, red hair, complete commitment to work ethic to the point that she sees what she does and how well she does it as her life's great pride. Also seems to ascribe to the notion that life is SUPPOSED to rip you limb from limb so you can keep gettin' back up and refusin' to die. She's one of those girls where you'll never meet anybody more genuinely sweet and adorable and full on nurturing, but in the same breath will march straight into the jaws of danger and beat it's ass with her own bare hands.

[jennifer_bloom]

He was white and I do not know much else. I was popular and he was unpopular but he would only accept me as a friend, did not want to be my boyfriend.

[andreasderjuengere]

Her race was: neighbour :)