My first love… (warning long)
I remember it like it was yesterday. I met him when I was 14 (he was 4 years older) at the river when I was tubing with my friends. These drunken assholes were really bothering us. We were terrified because they were a lot older and looked like they could turn mean in a second. I was pushing the guy’s hand off my legs when I looked up to see if someone could help us. Walking up was my soon-to-be boyfriend and I waved him over.
In a whisper, I asked him and his friend to play the role of our “boyfriends” to scare off the drunk guys, which they did and did very well. The older guys left, annoyed but peaceful and we hung out with our saviors. All very chivalrous, this first meeting. He was a gentleman and escorted us back to our truck just to make sure there wasn’t any trouble. Our ride (this nerdy creepy guy - a friend of my girlfriend’s) was pissed off that we met some other guys but I ignored his griping. He was the idiot who had stayed in the vehicle while we girls had our “fun”. Not that creepy ride guy would have scared off the drunken jerks but still… they might not have come over in the first place but I digress.
We said our goodbyes to our knights-in-shining bathingsuits and hit the long road home. On the freeway, they found us again and we played chase for a little while until finally, on the last catch up, the guy I had an eye on (the main knight who I had asked for help) passed me a can of Pepsi. He’d remembered that I had mentioned being thirsty, which I found very sweet. Attached to the can by post-it note was his home phone number.
Well, I called that night and by the next weekend, we had set our first date. We talked all week long, every day for hours, and on the night we were to go out (double-date with my friend and his friend from the river), my step-father said,“No.”
WTF?!??! I had regaled my mother with the whole story of our river meeting and whatnot, and he still would not let me go. Just because my parents hadn’t met him yet. UGH! Think like a 14 year old girl at this point, ok? WTF!? Anyway, we ended up sneaking out my window and running down the street to where they were waiting. It’s my fault, I know this well, and thanks to my dog barking her head off as we ran off into the night (first and last time I ever did that), my folks woke up and discovered the open window, the room sans a 14 year old girl or two.
We rode off in my guy’s car, completely unaware that my folks were now patrolling the neighborhood for us by vehicle and worried sick.
We went to the local miniature golf/arcade since it wasn’t all that late and then we strolled through the local graveyard to visit a recently deceased high school pal of my friend and I. He’d died in a car accident due to alcohol and yes… it was a wee bit odd for a first date but we were 14 year old girls. Got back home a few hours later to find my window screen back in place with the window locked again. doubletake Ummmm… hmmmmm… my mental giant of a pal looks at me seriously and says, “Maybe your neighbor did it.”
You’re laughing, aren’t you? Right now, you KNOW, dear reader, that we are S-C-R-E-W-E-D, don’t you. Yes… yes, we were screwed royally. No two ways about it. As soon as that ridiculous statement issued forth from her mouth, the front door flew open to reveal two VERY angry adults running out to greet us. Oh boy! I won’t bore you with the details of that dis-CUSS-ion but our night of fun and burgeoning romance got me grounded from further fun for a whole year. No friends, no phone, and more specifically, no calls from GUYS. Summer was a long, long season that year, let me assure you. Going back to school was freedom!
During my “incarceration”, a received a phone call from a girl I didn’t know who told me that my knight hadn’t forgotten me and hoped I remembered him. “Of course I remember him”, I replied, my heart thumping nervously and excitedly at the same time. If my folks had known about that call… gulp talk about another year in the cage!
She went on to say that he wanted to see me and hoped we could somehow find a way to meet again. He had called during my imprisonment (I wasn’t told) and was informed I was grounded from having a life, in basic terms. He felt horrible but it was my fault, you see. He thought we had permission to go out and we did up until half an hour before our date. Thanks, step-dad!
Well, long story short (too late), we snuck around and fell in love. I finally got my mother to meet him and she liked him a lot. That was how my step-dad came to terms with it. My knight wasn’t a dirty, filthy rapist (shock shock) and in fact, was a very nice fellow.
We dated monogamously for 7 years, we gave to each other our virginity (he was a virgin too) and then being the cold-hearted bitch I am, I cheated on him.
He didn’t want to talk about seeing other people and I wanted to move on the last few months we were together. Not that I’m blaming him, it was my fault entirely.
He found me with the other guy, walked in on us, and we broke it off. That is NOT how I wanted it to end but it did. I couldn’t go back to him even after hurting him so badly, that would have hurt him worse in the long run. SIGH
Obviously, I do not still have contact with him. We broke up in '95. I spoke to him about 5-6 years ago but it was just a short, “how ya doing?” thing. I haven’t seen him or spoken to him since. I’d say in my defence that the relationship was in a rut and I wasn’t getting what I needed from him or that his mother hated me and did things to hurt me but… I’m not trying to defend myself. Karma got me, hit me fucking HARD so it balanced out, I guess.
