"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny
Hell to the no. I was running skeered to hide in the library any time a boy looked at me. Sad but true. I was all hot for boys in second grade (my first kiss and my first crush on James Stroud) but I think my parents' divorce in third grade gave me cold feet on boys and relationships.
I had a slutty friend in 7th grade, so I only thought of it in terms of, "ew, Jenny is gross because penises and boys are gross." She told me things and I was unimpressed.
I had crushes in 7th, but the thought of kissing a boy was intimidating. I had an 8th grader ask me out, but I always assumed he was joking. I remember talking about kissing while in the 6th grade.