Who was your first love?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Not a TV or Movie Star, but a real person you knew.

My first girlfriend was a redheaded Canadian who’s name I can’t even remember at this moment. She wasn’t the first girl girl I kissed, but she was the first girl I kissed many times. But I didn’t love her. I loved Sarah Edmondson, a year older than me and stunningly beautiful, at least to my 15 year old self.

Once I was sitting alone at lunch and she and her girlfriends sat at my table. It was a chilly Southern Hemisphere winter day and I was wearing a jacket from the ACT (Australian Capitol Territory) baseball federation that I got from playing for them in the National Championships. She said something complimentory and I turned seven or eight shades of red. I was so naive and shy at the time. It took me a month to realize she was giving me a signal.

By that time my dad had said we were moving to the USA and I never saw or spoke to her again. Huge mistake buy never repeated. Still. I wonder whatever happened to her…

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I remember her and her name well. Megan was a gorgeous, blue eyed girl with jet black hair. I always thought she looked like snow white, straight from a fairy tale. Way out of my league, I always thought, and funny, outgoing, and quite popular in middle school. She must have given me like a dozen signals through out the time I knew her, none of which I picked up on until it was way too late.

The first time I met her was on the first day of art class in 8th grade. She asked if I could pass her a brown crayon. I’m a bit color blind, and the damn crayons weren’t labeled. I shyly gave her a green one. She laughed in a good natured way, and that’s when I fell for her.

Those first few weeks, she would always attempt to get a conversation out of me, but I was so tongue tied around her that I mostly just made silly, shy replies. We did eventually get friendly and chatty, and I eventually got prodded by friends to man up and ask her out. We ended up seeing “Leprechaun” at the movie theater and I have a very vivid memory of holding our sweaty hands together for most of the movie.

The next week, my friends tried to hook me up with another girl I wasn’t interested in but was too shy to reject. In addition, I had given a friend of mine a red rose, her dog had passed away recently and I wanted to cheer her up.

As I was walking down the hall Megan spotted me and started waling toward me, smiling. Unfortunately BOTH the girl I had reluctantly agreed to maybe, possibly go out with earlier in the day AND my friend, carrying the rose also came towards me.

First the girl I didn’t like blurts out that she can’t wait to go out with me, Megan heard this and she had a confused look on her face, then my friend, for reasons I still don’t fully understand (I don’t think she ever liked me as anything but a friend, AND she had a boyfriend who was twice my size and better looking) got furious at this, called me something, I don’t recall what, but it made me feel awkward. She also threw the rose at me.

I watched Megan walk past me.

We never went out again, but we still chatted from time to time, and the last time I spent time with her was a a mutual friend’s birthday party. I was playing guitar with some friends of mine for the birthday girl and she requested a metallica song, which I played. Later I went into the pool and she jumped on me playfully. Later she pulled me aside and said: “I’m not wearing any underwear! Don’t believe me?”.

God I was such a idiot. I don’t remember what I said, but I still didn’t get that this was an absolute invitation, and whatever I ended up saying didn’t lead to anything.

I regret everything.

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I remember her well.

Because I married her, and have stayed married to her for 31 years.

God willing, I’ll stay married to her for at least another 31 years.

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She’s a Doper, isn’t she? :wink:

That’s actually awesome.

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The earliest one I remember was Susan, she whom I played with in Tallahassee in married student’s housing on FSU campus. My little sister was very newly out of diapers and she wet herself in our sandbox and went crying into the house to get changed. Susan and I looked at the wet sand and decided to put it to use and made mud pies (sand pies?). I would go over to her house, or her to mine, pretty much every day.

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Jimmy D----. He was the cutest guy in class and we were actually friendly until something went wrong in third grade and he never spoke to me again. I’m not sure what it was but it gave me abandonment issues. I continued to have a crush on him until we went to different high schools.

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My first real love was my 8th Grade math teacher, Mr. Delaney. I was kind of the teacher’s pet in all my math classes. I was the kid who always knew the correct answer to any problem, after none of the other kids got it right. But Mr. Delaney had a way of reaching even the kids who hated math, not just the teacher’s pet. I truly loved that man, for the passion with which he taught.

When he was still a teenager, Mr. Delaney had joined the Marianist Order, with the goal of becoming a priest. He took lifetime vows of poverty and celibacy. After 11 years, he left the order and completed his education, including several university degrees.

In the late ‘50s, he was employed to teach math at my middle school, where he remained for just a few short years. He then became a community organizer, working with the city’s needy. He collected food each night to feed the street people, and took them on cultural outings. He organized and directed a community Arts Center, teaching classes in drama, video production, writing, poetry, art therapy, art education, photography, mathematics and philosophy. He organized and directed a Peace Center, was assistant chaplain at the county jail, and participated in many social movements.

On April 19, 1990, Mr. Delaney was videotaping evidence of dilapidated living conditions in county apartments, when he was robbed and savagely beaten by some of the people he was attempting to help. They held him upside-down by his ankles, and crushed his skull on the pavement. More than 1,200 mourners, including celebrities in politics and the arts, attended his funeral.

Having lived in NYC for many years, I was unaware of any of this until just a few years ago, when I looked up Mr. Delaney online with the intention of thanking him for being my favorite teacher. That’s when I learned about his extraordinary life… and his tragic, senseless death.

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Sam. We met online, on a BBS, no photos. We were 15 or 16 when we met, I forget. Turned out he is black (I am not). No problem for me, huge problem for my parents. Huuuuuuge. Sam and I went out about a half dozen times, sneaking around, before we realized it was all too painful and we gave up. Sick, sad, embarrassing. I loved him for real tho.

We’re friends on Facebook now. He’s still the same :slight_smile: Married with a kid, tho.

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“Shelly” - I was around 10 years old and I think she was a year younger than me. She behaved kind of like someone from a bygone past era, like someone from the 1940s or 1960s. She was like someone who had traveled a lot and knew a lot about many various topics and cultures, even though it was possible that she had never traveled further than 200 miles from her birth hometown at that time. If someone needed to cast a girl for a World War II history era movie, she could have been a good choice.

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My first girlfriend was named Maura. She was also the first girl I kissed. I was either 13 or 14 (I was a late bloomer). I think we lasted three weeks maybe a month? I was very dumb.

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My ex-husband.

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Well, I keep hoping one will come along…

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I honestly don’t know if I was in love or just in love with the idea of being in love, but it was Dave. He had an adorable opening line, he was a good hugger, and he seemed perfect. I even met his parents - loved his mom! But we were in the Navy and there are orders. Our choices didn’t mesh - which says it probably wasn’t really love, otherwise, I’d have asked for orders to the same place he went instead of where I wanted to go. We were stationed close enough, tho, that I was able to take a bus and visit him once, and he treated me like crap. And that was that.

We reconnected, thanks to the internet, 20-some years later. He was on marriage #3 of 4. He had 5 kids, and at least 3 of them didn’t talk to him. Maybe he was punishing himself for rejecting me. :stuck_out_tongue: Maybe I wasn’t really in love with him at 19. But I do know my current sweetie and I have had 33+ good years so far, so I’m lucky I didn’t get saddled with Dave.

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My first love was a wicked, twisted road.

Either that, or Brenda. She lived down the street when I went through puberty. I asked her to “go with me”, which was the expression kids used for being a couple at the time and place. She accepted.

Then I had to go on a family vacation to Florida. I didn’t want to. But my parents wouldn’t let me stay home. I bought Brenda a grow-it-yourself pine tree in a round wooden planter at a Georgia gift shop. When we finally got home, I raced down the street, gift in hand. I didn’t even go in our house first. Brenda met me at her door and said “I’m breaking up”.

Forty years later, scarred, battered, and aging, and I’ve still never been hurt so bad as that.

Bear Claw Chris Lapp: Full time night woman? I never could find no tracks on a woman’s heart. I packed me a squaw for ten year, Pilgrim. Cheyenne, she were, and the meanest bitch that ever balled for beads. I lodge-poled her at Deadwood Creek, and traded her for a Hawken gun. But don’t get me wrong; I loves the womens, I surely do. But I swear, a woman’s breast is the hardest rock that the Almighty ever made on this earth, and I can find no sign on it.

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I was at a Golorado basketball game years ago and they were playing Oregon. If you know about the Oregon Cheerleaders you’ll understand what I’m about to say.

Season ticket holders get special access and one thing you can do is enter the arena through the tunnel that leads to the locker rooms. I was entering the arena as the cheerleaders were walking out at halftime. There was one with jet-black hair that for the first time literally stopped me in my tracks. My daughter had to punch me to get me moving again. This girl was 20 years younger than me, I admit, but was freakishly gorgeous and had no stomach at all. Just a flat washboard. I later saw her in Sports Illustrated. I’ll see if I can find the pic.

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Oh, that was easy…

http://www.sportressofblogitude.com/2009/08/27/lame-si-cheerleader-of-the-week-lisa-doesnt-scare-me/

https://twitter.com/lbuys

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My first girlfriend was named Elaine. She came from upstate to live in Philly with a GF. I vaguely knew the GF (her mother and mine had been girlhood friends) who hit on me when she came to Philly. But I was attracted neither physically nor otherwise to GF. But to Elaine, I sure was. Not exactly beautiful, but quite pretty with a wonderful figure. At all events I sent for her in a big way and we spent a lot of time together for a half year or so. Then she decided to move to NYC, which hurt me deeply. I did visit her once or twice, but the magic was gone. When I moved to NY a few years later, she helped me find an apartment (hell, she found me an apartment) and was all too obviously hoping to rekindle our relationship. We remained friends, I came over to her place to play bridge, but the magic was gone. She was even around to meet my fiancee (to whom I am still married nearly 53 years later).

My second love, Louise, was actually a student in the calc class I was teaching. Technically, I was still an undergraduate. I really loved her. The trouble was that so did a good friend of mine, Murray. We both dated her very seriously and she found it too much and, a few months later, broke off with both of us. Her BF Phyllis came round to see me, obviously wanting to start something. But I was not interested in Phyllis, although Murray was and they are still married, for more that 55 years.

Then I met my wife and that love deepened immensely.

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No, she’s not a Doper, but everyone’s entitled to one small imperfection. :smiley:

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Jody kalfenstein, she would come with her mom when her mom would visit with my mom, seven years old, and I knew I wanted to marry her, even asked her, she said no cause we were to young, many decades later word got to me, that she died in a horrid trucking accident, that was the day I buried a very good, and lovely childhood friend.

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He is 11 years older than me and we were together (not married) for 12 years. We are both happily married to other people now, but he was my first true love and I still think of him now and then with maybe some nostalgia, idk. He’s a good guy, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.