Mark.
He was literally the Boy Next Door. He used to come over to my house and we’d hide out in the garage and smooch. I was in 6th grade and he was in 5th at a different school. He gave me a ring out of a gumball machine. Alas, at the end of the summer his family and mine both moved away from the neighborhood for various reasons and I never heard from him again.
I still have the ring.
There were so many first loves, I can hardly be expected to remember them all.
Ivy. Ivy Miller. I was sixteen and she was fifteen, and it took a while before her folks let us date. I thought she as beautiful. I was a big Mamas and Papas fan, and on their fourth album, The Papas and the Mamas, they had a song, For the Love of Ivy. I thought the song was meant for me. And her. Now, I know that John Phillips pretty much only wrote songs about drugs and sex, mostly drugs, but it was one of those :smack: moments, and not that long ago in my life when I realized he wasn’t singing about my sweet Ivy Miller, he was singing about intravenous injections of heroin. :eek: For the Love of I.V. Another one bites the dust.
Well my first was unrequited love but it was a girl I met in college, she was my best friend. The first time she hugged me, I felt something I’ve never felt before or since, a sort of shockwave like electricity go through my body. She was the first thing I thought of each morning and the last thing I thought of before sleep. The entire relationship was basically an alcohol-fueled sexual romp about half a year before we parted ways in anger. To an extent maybe it was infatuation but I truly did love her, I would have done anything for her, when we stopped seeing each other it tore me apart, I laid in bed for a week and didn’t eat anything. I don’t think she loved me back though.
I loved my current wife too and although it was powerful and we have two children together I never felt as strongly as I did with the other girl. Now my Wife and I basically hate each other and are getting divorced.
They are the only two women I can honestly say I’ve loved, but romantic love seems to be ephemeral, fleeting. The love I have for my two children is greater than any romantic love could ever hope to be, it’s pure, innate, and unwavering.
Stephanie P. For me it was love at first sight. I can still remember the first time I saw her. I told myself, “Someday I’m going to marry a woman like that!” (I’m pretty happy I didn’t.) A while later she mentioned through a friend that she thought I was cute, and so it began. Unfortunately, we were in our teens and teens typically suck at relationships, and so it ended. Afterward, she made a series of poor life choices. Last time I saw her she was working at a Mighty Taco, and did her best to hide in the back when she saw me walk in the door.
She was my first date ever. May 8th, 1992. Twenty five years ago! God…
My friends girlfriend and I became friends. Sigh
After they broke up it was taboo for us to date. We eventually did after much effort on my part. “I don’t want to ruin a great friendship on a relationship” was her line.
I went off to the military and she to college and that was that. I referred to her last year after marriage and kids as she is the Jenny to my Forrest and the might have been.
My God, someone named Sarah Edmondson is looking at my LinkedIn page. She’s in Northern England and I have no idea why since I live in Colorado. We knew each other in Australia, but it’s not unusual for people to go back to the home country.
She looks quite young but still beautiful, if it is her. It seems like most of the women I’ve known have aged very well.
We met at age 15 in 10th grade, when I moved into the new school system. She sat behind me in US History Class. She said hi. I was quickly enamoured of her, but had no idea how to deal with that.
During the 2nd week of classes, she came in with all her notes type-written. I asked her if she did anything besides study. She said “I go out, if I’m asked.” That froze all my mental processes, and I was fortunate to not have just drooled on myself, so profound was my incapacity.
I plucked up enough courage to ask her to the homecoming dance. That led to a series of dates, and eventually, a wedding.
That first meeting was nearly 44 years ago, and I am still enamoured of her. But I’ve learned how to deal with that, in some very fun ways.
Nice story, and congratulations. I drooled all over myself.
Not really love, but infatuation: T was two and a half years younger than me, curvy with wavy strawberry blonde hair. I kept going to a church I wasn’t comfortable in so I could see her. There was zero interest from her. She moved away my freshman year of college, and it was “out of sight, out of mind.” Twlelve years I met a liberal, Jewish, brunette version of her; just as curvacous and almost the same age. This one I married.
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