Some things just never change

Even as a young child I was boy crazy! I remember some of my earliest crushes today.
One of the first guys I ever liked was this elder serving in my ward, I was 4 or 5, he was Italian and had the most beautiful accent. I loved the way he said my name. Whenever he came over for dinner I would just stare at him and think how beautiful he was. Weird!
Ok, honestly who doesn't have a thing for Italian men? Every girl dreams of falling in love with a beautiful Italian man. They are passionate, good looking and the whole idea is incredibly romantic. I have this reocurring dream where I am standing outside the temple with my husband. He is tall, muscular, has dark brown hair and stunning blue eyes. He looks Italian.
Here's another example. My first kiss, when I was four, was to this boy named Michael. I had the biggest crush on him and one day I kissed him because my brother told me not to. Anyway, we were pretty much best friends. He was black. Later in third grade I had the biggest crush on this black boy named Chris, he was so funny. Even at seven I thought I was in love.
These days I am attracted to almost any black man I meet. I don't what it is, ok really I do. Their skin is gorgeous, they are muscular and so manly. Anyway, today I was at WinCo and this black guy caught me checking him out. I was kind of embarassed that he could tell I thought he was the finest thing I'd seen all day.