Age then: preteen
Age now: adult. Well, so she says.
Physique: short, slender, short brown hair, Middle Eastern
Interests then: Everything. No, really, everything. Maybe dance. Maybe milonga.
Relationships: Unknown, friend, crush, LGF, love of my life. All in two weeks.
Positives: Excelled at everything, good at visual arts, brilliant in science.
Negatives: Maybe too broad in her interests. Emotionally very weak, easily the weakest of my LGFs to that point.
Comments: She had this pheromone phenomenon, where she approached a place and I knew she was approaching. I didn't see her, and I didn't hear her. I sensed her pheromones coming my way. She said she hadn't mounted a horse before, but her butt and her way of communicating with the horse also tell me she's just too good to be true.
What she needed: Understanding. Growing at her own pace. Being her own experiment, not everyone else's.
I told her I'd learn a new language per year. For her. So I could translate the scientific research for her. I'm short. Way short. Way way short. And people say I'm a linguist. I'd be a linguist if I could dominate as many languages in as little time as she needs.