i met bryan through his sister, whom ihad met the girl ho grew up across the street from me. And then that night, you know, we went to sleep. He was 19, i guess i was like 15 or something. I had this terrible fear of if he really knew me and knew what i was inside, underneath the skin,. imagine what that would be if then he actually did kiss me. Am you still suffer from that a little bit? Yes. That was myaand and then,you know, we were very, very close friends but i liked a guy, i mean, i was crazy about a guy who was mean - and i liked him more.