Oh the usual stupidity of youth. Young woman gets swept off her feet by a “bad boy”. Young man too proud or hurt to pick up the pieces when paths cross again.
Nah, you don’t think about her at all 
I used to think of my first love on occasion. I would fantasize about getting together again when I was between relationships.
Some of this is because he was in and out of my life so much when we were young, we would split, one of us would move and I would think …it’s over…then he’d show up again. I had a recurring dream that I knew he was living in the same town as me and I was trying to hook up with him and I couldn’t find him.
Then Facebook happened. After about 10 minutes of looking at his fat ass and reading whatever he was blathering about that day, anything residual I felt for him disappeared completely. I had the epiphany that I had been pining for the guy I knew 30 years ago and he was beyond reach.
Not my first girlfriend, but one special one haunted my dreams nightly for about 20 years. Then I got happy and I don’t think of her anymore unless something comes up to specifically remind me.
It’s been nearly 30 years so only on the rarest of occassions and never with any fondness. Why, just the other night Ms. Quicksilver and I happened to be making a joke about first loves and she was all… “When I imagine yours, I think of alcohol and stale cigarettes”. Which made me burst out laughing because it wasn’t far from the truth. Alcohol, stale cigarettes and Anais Anais. Which now makes me think of a senior citizen and not even remotely of first love. LOL.
It’s hard not to when you’ve been married for almost 20 yrs.
Yeah, that’s pretty much how it is for me, except that I sometimes read the old letters when I’m in a particularly nostalgic mood.
At this point, it’s been almost 30 years for me. When I wrote that post, I was three years away from my divorce. A lot has changed since then but I still only occasionally think about my first.
I don’t. I’ve never even looked her up on Google or Facebook.
When you’ve always lived in the same place your whole life, it’s hard not be be reminded. There’s actually a chance of seeing them once in a while and even if that doesn’t happen there are family members, mutual friends, places, schools, houses and other connections to the past around all the time.
My parents-in-law live three houses up the street from the parents of a girl I dated 35 years ago. Another ex moved back to town a few years ago after having been away for more than 25 years. The Little Frig is going to school in the building where my first real strong crush developed when I was about thirteen.
Kind of like being constantly in a production of “Our Town.”
I had gotten over my first love a while ago, but I did spend some time pining during and after high school. About a year ago he friended me and I learned what a self-absorbed, whiney “artist” he (still) was and it killed all interest. At 16 he was interesting, at 33 when you’re the exact same person you were at 16… not so interesting. I ended up unfriending him because he was fb friends with pretty much everyone he and I had ever known and I kept getting friend requests from people I wasn’t too keen on hearing from.
Well, not for the last 11 years, at least.
I do quite often. His wife and I are friends on FB so whenever I see something she wrote, I automatically think of him.
I just realized the other day that we’re all middle-aged now and I have no desire for him to think of me any more than I’d want to think of that old man.
Tom Waits - Martha
I think about everything in my past, including my “first love.”
I had a long distance sweetheart I met when I was a freshman in high school. I met her on a band exchange trip. We hit it off when my band went down there and she stayed with my family when her band came up. We wrote letters constantly (I still have some of them somewhere) and I visited during that summer and went with her family to Baltimore to see her father - a Brit - sworn in as a US citizen. It eventually faded but I go by her exit off I-95 whenever I visit my sister in Virginia (for the last 20 years), so I think of her then, briefly, and fondly. She still lives in that area (yes, I googled her).