The year is 1979, and you're a Junior in high school. You moved to New York about a month ago, and you're new.

You're in a gym class with seniors, and for the past month, you've had your eyes on one senior: Ralph Macchio.

A lot of girls in your class liked him, he was really popular. You thought he was cute, but you never thought you'd have a chance with him. It's not that you weren't popular, you had friends and people knew you, but you weren't as popular as he was.

One day, in class, you're sitting on the bleachers and your friends were playing soccer: You can't because you broke your foot. They still were talking to you occasionally to make sure you weren't alone. Suddenly, you feel something hit your non-broken foot. It was a football. You pick it up, but see Ralph approaching you.

"Hey, can I get my football back?"

He asks with a smile. You got nervous and gave it back to him, your heart starting to race and your face getting a little hot.