Do you remember your First Crush? I know I do.

Memorable or forgettable, most of us fondly recall that first feeling of butterflies fluttering in our tummies. This Valentine's Day, take a moment or two and tell us about your First Crush, and if your had to name a wine after him or her, what would it be?

Here's my story to get you started...

I was eight and in third grade. It was that time in early adolescence when the boys scribbled "CP" -- short for Cootie Protection -- on their hands, and all they wanted to do was run from the girls.  Needless to say, all us girls wanted to do was chase the boys and give them the cooties they feared.

My First Crush's name was Kevin. He was skinnier than me, had braces and freckles and was a toe-head.  (For those of you unfamiliar with this term, it's a "Southern" word and what my mother called kids with bleach-blonde hair.) We were Crossing Guards together and I could beat him at tetherball, but Kevin ran faster than me so I never was able to catch him. I'm pretty sure I never gave him cooties but I do remember scribbling his name on my notebooks and we occasionally walked home from school together.

First Love? No, not really. First Crush, yeah, probably. It seemed all important at the time but left no scars and I never shed a tear.  This was definitely Puppy Love, but if I had to name this wine after Kevin, I'd call "Cootie Cuvee."