I was going through YouTube recently, and came across Kenny Nolan’s “I Like Dreaming.” It took me back to the mid 1970s and my first serious girlfriend, whose name was Caroline.
I was 16, she was 15, and “I Like Dreaming” was our song.
We eventually broke up, as most teenage high-school couples do, but Caroline was my first serious girlfriend. Beautiful blue eyes, a pretty smile, and brunette hair that fell just the right way. They say, “you never forget your first girl,” and that’s true. I cannot forget Caroline; and when I found “I Like Dreaming” on YouTube, I remembered her all over again.
So let’s go down memory lane. Who was your first serious girlfriend/boyfriend? First names only; let’s not embarrass anybody.
I met Julia just before my 17th birthday. We were on a school trip to Europe with another nearby school.
We became friends, got together about 5 months later, and spent the next 3 years together. We didn’t want the same things and ended it.
I actually saw her husband last weekend and got a big hug - long story there, but I have patronized his store for almost 30 years and she works with him.
Cheryl when I was 15. She was dating my best friend when I met her and, after they broke up, lied to him about being pregnant to get a couple hundred bucks for an “abortion”. Probably dated me in part to get back at him. When we broke up I got off easy – she only threatened me with witchcraft.
I was very, very shy in high school, so I only crushed from afar. When I was 19, I joined the Navy, and after boot, I was sent to NAS Memphis for training. There I met Dave. His opening line was “Can I befriend you?” And I practically melted. He was affectionate, adorable, kind, and a perfect first boyfriend. Then he got orders and was gone.
We met up again some months later when I was stationed not to far from him, but in the intervening time, he changed, and the magic was gone.
Years later, he tracked me down on line - my maiden name was quite unusual, so it was pretty simple for him. We’ve since emailed sporadically. He’s been married 4 times, divorced thrice, widowed once. He has 5 kids, dunno how many grandkids, and he’s living alone nearly 3000 miles away from me. I remember our time in Memphis fondly, but I’m pretty sure I dodged a bullet in the end. I’m not sure if I’d like to see him again or not.
I was 18, working for Department of Defense in DC, surrounded by guys in smart uniforms. A Navy pilot, Eddy, wearing summer whites, swoon. He got orders several times, but always returned to DC. I married someone else when I was 30. Divorced 17 years later. Found Eddy’s phone # and melted again at the sound of his voice. He was the best.
My first serious girlfriend was Donna.
I liked her because she was bad-ass. We were 14 and her parents let us smoke cigarettes at her house.
We hung out for a couple of years, occasionally smoking pot and drinking booze too.
Lots and lots of foreplay stuff, but only one … attempt at real sex. And it was an attempt; I had no idea what I was doing, in retrospect.
I had a terrible inferiority complex in high school and never dated. So I was ripe for picking when I got to college and I fell for the first girl who encouraged me. We ended up engaged, but I eventually came to realize that she was a manipulative head case who liked to play with people’s emotions. When things finally came to an end, it was like waking from a bad dream.
Started dating at the beginning of ninth grade, and dated all through high-school, college, grad-school (for me) and medical school (for her). It’ll be eleven years come February.
All of our old friends are already married with kids, but I say leave all that serious stuff for later.
First boyfriend, hmmm, I can’t even remember his name. It was 5th grade, all the girls wanted to get boys ID bracelets to wear, and a boy from another school gave me his at track meet. I never saw him again, but I wore that bracelet for a year. The first ‘real’ boyfriend was 10th grade, he was 9th grade.We were on the same locker aisle, and kept meeting going to our locker. One day he put a note on my locker. My best friend got to the the note first and spread it allover school. By lunchtime we were going steady and hadn’t seen each other yet that day. I was mad at my friend, for a minute, til I figured out it was a good thing. We went steady for almost 2 years. New girl in school broke us up. I was crushed. He died recently, ironically on my birthday!!
Only had 3; Margaret was my first; I was 21, and she was the first who paid any attention to me. We had nothing in common, and I broke up with her even though I rightly suspected it would be a long time before I had another girl friend (and it would indeed be over 7 years). Ms. P was the third and last.
First girlfriend? I was 19, she was 18. I had gone on a total of two dates up until then, and I was home for the summer after college. Someone mentioned she was going to college not far from me and we talked and eventually dated. Looking back, I think she was looking for a summer fling; we broke up as soon as college started. I visited her once and it was clear it was over.
Yep, “Regina” was just across the state line in New York state. There was some manufactured tension since she was a Rangers’ fan and I was a Devils’ fan. It kind of broke apart since I was going into Senior year of HS and she was off to Syracuse to start her Freshman year.
It was the magical summer before my first year of High School. She was my good friend’s sister, and I’d known her for several years. We got together in August and I was on Cloud 9 for a few weeks. Once school started, she just slipped away. Then I got hit again in the spring by the girl who sat in front of me in Algebra class. We were almost complete opposites, and I had no interest in her but she was relentless. Then when I fell, I fell hard! My family moved out of the state that summer.
I vaguely remember someone chasing me around the yard in kindergarten, complained to Mom about it when I got home. Twelve years later in high school who should appear, hanging around and flirting? The same girl.
I met Elaine when I was 19. She had just moved to Philly from a really small town in upstate PA along with a GF. I knew the GF and through her met Elaine and we dated quite seriously for nearly a year. As we said then, we got to third base, but no further. At that point, she decided she really wanted to live in NY. This really hurt. I visited at least once, but the magic was gone. Several years later, I moved to NY. She seemed to want to restart our relation and was really quite helpful (for example, she found an apartment for me and invited me over a lot), but once burnt, twice shy. I have sometimes looked for her on the internet (her last name is quite unusual), but found nothing. It was during the two years I spent in NY that I met and married my current wife, 53 years ago.
I know you said no first names…but what about board names? Lol. We are still good friends, just not together anymore, and it isn’t going to embarrass either of us. Orange Skinner and I were both 17, I was her second boyfriend, she was my first girlfriend.