View Full Version : Think back to your first love...
Maybe it was puppy love, maybe it was the one that got away, maybe it was your english teacher. whomever it was, now is your opportunity to write them an open letter, confess your infatuation and reveal why you have built them an eternal home in your heart.
what the heck, i'll start...
To: Leslie Elaina Cain
From: An 11-year-old LarryD
Leslie,
I've known you for at least 22 years and it's time I come clean: I love you. I've always loved you. I will always love you.
You were my sister's best friend, and my girl-across-the-street. I have more memories playing doctor with you than I do of Legos with Chris Fincher. Every time I met a woman, I subconsciously compared her to you. You beat them all.
When was this love first born?
It could have been while playing "spider" in Chris' pool, you would graze your hand along my privates when you swam between my legs. It was probably when you let me do the same to you.
It could have been when you gave me a "penis operation" in a refridgerator box out back of your house, drawing my three options with a pen and explaining the procedure for each. It was probably when I you said, "The Rocket, excellent choice. Now lay back..."
It could have been when you said you'd be in the movie I wrote about a poison gas and kids with super powers that we filmed with Chris' dad's camera. It was probably when you said you wanted to play the "bad-lady character" and that you would wear your sexy purple ballet unitard.
It could have been the afternoon that you, me and Kirsten Putna folded out the couch in your TV room for our own naked "after-school special." It was probably when you, upon seeing your mom drive home, busted out the screen and whipped the couch back in a flash. (ps - I ran home with my shirt covering my privates and sweated out the evening, sure that your mom would be calling mine. She never did. Thanks.)
It could have been when, after some action in the blanket fort we built in our upstairs hallway, my sister had to go take a shower but you wanted to play some more. It was probably when you ran home to get one of your mom's rubbers out of her bedroom drawer, dashed back, unwrapped it and put it on me. (ps -- I think Brandi was jealous).
It could have been the time your dad caught us in your closet with our pants down. It was probably when you told him it was your idea.
But it was none of those times.
It was when I saw you from my kitchen window bolting up the street, in tears. That's when I first knew I was in love with you. When I saw you crying, I felt what love does to a person; Because you hurt, I hurt. I'm sorry -- so very sorry -- that I didn't rush out and comfort you that afternoon. I just didn't know what to do.
Everything changed for me after that day. I couldn't look you in straight in the eyes without knowing that you weren't looking at me the same way. I coudn't pretend to not care when you'd get into fights with my sister. I didn't know how to act at all.
By the time I had any of the tools requires to communicate my feelings, I was already in college. You came on campus a couple of times to visit, but I was too interested in scoring with the "college women" in my dorm. I probably ignored you for the most part, and for that I again apologise.
You went off to college, blossomed into a gorgeous woman, experimented with drugs, partied hard, got married, moved to Texas and had a kid. And I missed it all.
It was good to see you at my sister's wedding three years ago. As the maid of honor, your attention was being pulled in too many directions to spend any quality time with me, but thanks for our talk on the steps. And thank you for our talk on your dad's front lawn where I got to see you as a mother for the first time. You never cease to amaze me.
Though we haven't kept in touch like we said we would, I hear about what you are doing through Brandi. I'm glad you are getting back with your husband. Your son should have both parents in his life. You desesrve to be very, very happy -- even if it's not with me!
Thanks, Les.
- LarryD
mathmajors
02-12-02, 08:22 AM
Dammit, Larry! I'm trying not to drown all this computer equipment here!
cltbuilder
02-12-02, 08:28 AM
Melissa Gooch...Cheraw High School, 1989. She sat behind me in several classes and she smelled like green apples because of her shampoo. She started dating the one-time champion quarterback and he knocked her up on the hood of his brand new Mustang GT 5.0, black, parked beside the road on the way home from an Aerosmith concert. We kept in touch for a few weeks after graduation and I asked her to meet me once because I wanted to tell her how much I loved her. But I never did. And whenever I hear Skid Row's I remember you , I get all bleary-eyed and remember those moments in Chemistry class when her 80's mall hair would push me into orbits that I had never known before. I wonder what she's doing now.
Luttrell Winters. Full blooded Cherokee Indian. Instead of stalking him, I avoided him like the plague. I once peed in my pants in History class when he asked me a question. I found out that he died a few months ago. He had married a girl from Kansas or Oklahoma (one of those flat states) and moved there with her. He had terminal colon cancer and his family allowed him to die the way he wanted to die- on the bank of a creek with a fishing pole in his hand. On a recent trip home, I went to the church that I knew he went to as a kid. Sure enough, they had brought him back to NC to be buried. I picked a yellow rose from one of my Dad's rose bushes and on the way back to Asheville, I visited him again. I placed the rose on his grave and after 23 years, I finally introduced myself.
The Brain
02-12-02, 09:21 AM
Ah the first Love... the one that got away... her name was Amy Burris...
I would have walked on fire for this girl... I was with her for 3 years... we had already started buying pots and pans for when we were married... then she left me for some goofy guy... broke my heart... I've NEVER reached a lower point than that... she got knocked up by him after about a month... and they were married shortly before the baby was born... when I see her now honestly she isn't "in my league" and I'm not trying to brag... I've just moved on to another level... but no matter how much I feel I'm on a higher level than her... part of me will ALWAYS love her.
I'd like to say this thread sucks now... rekindling memories I've been trying to run from
Puttingood
02-12-02, 09:49 AM
P___G_______
If I could go back in time it would be to that day that you said you loved me and I didn't say it back. It would be 23 months till I seen you again and a life time of changes.
I should have grabbed your hand and hung on for dear life. Not a day goes by that I don't think of you and I hope a day never goes by without a thought of you. You got me through a lot of tough times and even though we both have grand kids now I still see you as that 18 year old. You are always around and you never change. I see you and I am happy that I see you. I still play our songs and I still dance with you. And one of these days I might mail you this letter. And I can only hope that some day you might mail me one just like it.
Dreams and age, they both have a way of slipping by.
The Brain
02-12-02, 09:54 AM
Putt... you were in love with Pam Grier??? DamnI never knew you had a think for Foxy Brown
mathmajors
02-12-02, 09:54 AM
Now that I'm over Larry's post, I'll just say that I'm happily married to my first love and we are expecting child #2 in about 2 months.
What a bittersweet thread. I could never express myself as all of you have. I'll just continue to read....
Originally posted by The Brain
Putt... you were in love with Pam Grier??? DamnI never knew you had a think for Foxy Brown
P____ G____
I believe that stands for Putting Good
I always knew Putt was in love with his own self!:p
Puttingood
02-12-02, 10:12 AM
All right people---I knew it was a trap. :)
Get ole Puttingood to spill his guts and then take jabs at him. Payback is hell and it is always coming. Patience is one of my only good qualities.
Originally posted by Wossamotta U
P____ G____
I believe that stands for Putting Good
I always knew Putt was in love with his own self!:p
yeah, wossa...
you'd better spill your guts before punching someone else's.
Kakia69
02-12-02, 10:21 AM
Well, I can't think of any first loves that got away. I stalked them or got what I wanted. But if, i do remember someone I will gladly share.
Originally posted by Kakia69
Well, I can't think of any first loves that got away. I stalked them or got what I wanted. But if, i do remember someone I will gladly share.
they don't have to have gotten away. but who was the first person you were smitten with and what are your memories? heck, it could be your dad.
this is a topic that everyone has an answer for. everyone.
The Brain
02-12-02, 10:26 AM
I sure as hell NEVER had a crush on my dad!!!
QueenCityHillbilly
02-12-02, 10:28 AM
Dear D. Miller,
The first time I saw you was at church with my sister. You were singing in the choir and I spent the whole hour at church looking right into your eyes. Dern' if I didn't join the choir that week. You were so young and beautiful. We always had blatant glances and stares at each other every Sunday. Each week I was going to ask you out, but then I remembered I had a girlfriend. After I broke up with her, your boyfriend showed up on Christmas to suprise you. That may have been the most jealous I've ever been. But you looked so happy, and that comforted me. Everything about you was perfect. The way you walked, treated your family, had such soft skin. Even the license plate on your car "Smurf." If I ever saw that car around town, I got goose bumps. As silly as this sounds, if I'm buying, I only drink Miller beer because it's got your name on it. If for some reason I've been too busy at work to think of you, As soon as I get home and open the refridgerator, there you are. You are the only person that has ever, ever, ever made me too nervous to speak. The last time I saw you, we talked about how much fun you're having in college, that was over a year ago. I'll still have a chance to know you better, for you are the sweetest, most beautiful person on the face of this beautiful earth.
I sincerely hope you are a happy woman who is loved,
-QueenCityHillbilly
Kakia69
02-12-02, 10:28 AM
Originally posted by LarryD
they don't have to have gotten away. but who was the first person you were smitten with and what are your memories? heck, it could be your dad. this is a topic that everyone has an answer for. everyone.
well, let me think about that one. my heart is a little cold and clouded right now...give me a little time and i will post something.
Puttingood
02-12-02, 10:33 AM
My advice to some of you younger folks out there------Go get it ! You ain't getting no younger and age has a way of getting here quick.
I only give you this advice out of experience, I ain't saying I am smarter than most but I will say I have had my back to the wall more times than most.
One day leads to a week and then you know the rest.:)
QueenCityHillbilly
02-12-02, 10:36 AM
Thanks for the advice Putt. I'm pretty sad now. Since I just got off work a couple hours ago, I think I'm going to drink a beer and go to bed. I'll get up tonight, do some research, and see if I can make contact. What a gutwrenching thread.
slydevl
02-12-02, 10:40 AM
I first met my first love in 5th grade. We "went together" then and also in high school, my junior year in college, and again about 5 years ago. She is the best looking girl I have been with and will probably ever be with. She had emotional problems though which made me feel needed and protective at the time. Actually the night of the last time we broke up is the night I met my wife. I saw the girl at a wedding in September and spoke with her for about 15 minutes. I felt nothing for her and walked away from the conversation saying "Thank God I didn't end up with that nut case" to myself. Freakshow knows the girl and could vouch how hot she was. I think I was blinded by her looks.
Just joking around with Putt. He left himself WIDE OPEN with that P_____ G_____ thing.
Jesus, for this to be the anything goes, lets get wild board there still seems to be a lot of "sensitivity" issues.
As for first love memories I maybe one that doesn't really have any. Too damn shy when I was younger to get involved with anybody and I don't really have too many sentimental bones in my body. I just don't store those kind of memories in my brain.
That was a great story you had up there Larry but I ain't got one.
I suppose I could try a "grid/shrapnel" story. Would that make everyone happy?
Originally posted by QueenCityHillbilly
I think I'm going to drink a beer and go to bed.
while you drink one, picture a couple of innocent latch-key kids fumbling around in a dark closet and working up a sweat. :)
Originally posted by Wossamotta U
As for first love memories I maybe one that doesn't really have any. Too damn shy when I was younger to get involved with anybody and I don't really have too many sentimental bones in my body. I just don't store those kind of memories in my brain.
i'm calling bs on you, wossa. you loved your dogs and you loved your kids. maybe your first love was a cousin or a pet. run that search query again and get back to me.
;)
QueenCityHillbilly
02-12-02, 10:47 AM
Damn this beer sure is tasty. I'll pretend ya'll are 18 as if not to be thought of as a kiddie porn lover.
well I will try Larry but it is guaranteed to be pretty lame.:(
Freakshow
02-12-02, 11:12 AM
Girl in 3rd grade. Seems like we always had a thing. 6th grade. Then 9th grade (was there a pattern?). Anyway, long blonde hair. Leggy. Blue eyes. Thin. Saw her a few times in college, but was always distracted.
Bottom line is I'm happy and think she's in Cali.
Oh, Slydevl knows her and can verify how hot she is.
By the way Sly, who are you talking about?
BearBryant
02-12-02, 11:23 AM
I remember the first time I thought I fell in love but then I realized I was just looking in the mirror at myself! That is also when I realized I was going to make some girl very lucky! :D
Kakia69
02-12-02, 11:23 AM
Originally posted by QueenCityHillbilly
What a gutwrenching thread.
Isn't it? Don't worry, sweetie...you got me. :X
oh yeah, mine was one of those that you find out later on that she really liked you but you didn't have the balls to ask her out. 6th grade i really liked this girl, and we sat together in a couple of classes. Talked to her all the time. Well, she became a cheerleader in 7th grade and ya know, was ms. popular. Not that i wasn't popular, just not as popular as the guys she was "dating." (who actually dates in 7th grade.) Had a crush on her till about 9th grade and then i started to become a little more stylish and taller and not so "little kidish" and pretty much moved on. But talking to one of her friends, i heard that she always liked me. Never thought about looking back though. I'm more than happy with the girl i have now.
By the way sly, on yours i was about to break out singing some Garth Brooks on that one.
cltbuilder
02-12-02, 12:17 PM
First Love - Male
Since I already did a female who was truly the first person I ever FELL for, I thought I'd spill it on the guy that caught my attention first. Cause I don't want nobody thinking I'm not 100% queer. Sheesh...I'd never live that one down.
....You were my best friend and roommate. We did everything together and shared every minute that we could talking and laughing. We watched tv till all hours of the morning just so we could be together even though we had classes at 9am the next day. Dinner was never alone. I always had you there and I thought that I would. But then, you turned your back on me when I finally got the courage to tell you what you already knew. And because it was finally spoken, it was true. And you ran. You ran all the way to those people we used to laugh at. They became your best friends.
But your downfall came one night in Spain. I exploded with rage because you could not see past your own desires. I hated you for a brief moment until you came to talk to me. When you left to go back to the girl you had promised not to bring back to the room, I cried because I realized my best friend had just turned his back on me again. When we got back to the states, we had dinner one night after my final presentation. We sat and talked about our lives and our new friends. But it wasn't the same. We both knew it. There was something holding us back from letting go.
I've seen you twice since that dinner 3 years ago. Only once did you see me. But everytime I hear someone call your name I turn around to see if maybe, just maybe, it's you that they're calling for and I'll have another chance to do nothing more than shake your hand. I miss you old friend. And I'll always love you.
....BTW: I wrote him a letter of this kind during my third year of architecture school. It was my "coming out" letter. I didn't know how to tell him in person. Even afterwards, he tried to deny it and ignore it. But I got a lot of things off my chest and when he turned out to be a prick about the whole thing, I found that I was better off with out him.
ps...I lie.
Kakia69
02-12-02, 12:18 PM
ok, i thought of one...
When I first moved to Georgia, my sis and i met these two boys who were best friends, Trevor and Tony. She went out with Trevor and I went out with Tony. I don't know how it was decided that we would be paired that way, but that's the way it was. I was sooo attracted to Trevor...and eventually discovered that he was attracted to me, as well. The four of us were playing hide and seek in the forest and Trevor and I paired up to go hide. That's when we realized we were attracted to each other. Sometimes I would sneak out of my room at night and walk about a half mile just to sneak into his bedroom window. We had the most erotic sex. Over time, our paths would cross and we would hook up. The pattern stayed this way for many years...even through college and afterward. A lot of things happened between us that I can't write about here because it's too personal, but he and I will always be a part of each other's hearts. Ironic thing is that whenever one of would get the balls to tell the either about our love, the timing was never right. Thus, we never followed through. Not sure where he is right now, but as I was writing this i stopped and placed a call to his parents and left a message with my number. A friend once told me that it's all about timing and opportunity...both have to cross at the same time. My relationships were either based only on timing OR opportunity...never both, thus none of them ever worked out.
Kakia - not being judgemental - but maybe you're trying to fill that void or longing with casual sex?
My first "real" love, I guess would've been T. Davidson.
I will never forget you, for as long as I breathe the air here - you were skinny and silly and we were both 15. We sat together at church and I can still remember my heart racing when I could feel your arm across the back of the pew - or the time we snuck out in my car when I only had my permit and just went driving around - when you kissed me dead on and I nearly had a heart attack cause I didn't really expect it, though I had wondered and hoped. My Mom thought we were just silly kids, goofing off, she wondered why we were always together since, to our parents, we were too young for "love" - I don't know for sure how you ever felt about me deep down since we really were just kids - but no matter what, no matter who - I will always have a place for you somewhere in here 'cause your memory got me through the toughest years of my life. I'm not real sure what happened to you after all these years, I hear a sketchy report every few years but never anything substantial. We probably wouldn't click like we did back then, so I guess that's how I leave it, but I will never forget.
god damn you all, I came home early from school today cause I was feeling low and all, if you must know valentines day always makes me a little crazy, crazier actually!
I don't believe it but I'm crying as I write this, this is not a good time for me to be thinking about pk at all. He's the one I fell in head over heals in love with. I don't remember how it happens. all I know is it didn't happen all at once. but I remember how I felt about him. We ran around with this group of friends and we always seemed to sit or find a close spot to the other. I remember the day I realized i was in love with him. I remember listening to him talk but i wasn't actually listening to him. I was staring at him thinking to myself that I was in love with him. It wasn't love on his part or if it was he never said boo. it was purely sexual but I never would have done what we did if I wasn't head over heels in love with him. Crazy love. all the times we laughed and talked. I still love him to this day and he did something to me that ruined my life. I can't stand him but I don't know if he entered my life again that I would tell him to leave................
I didn't talked to him for 10 years until I found out his mother was dying of cancer and when she finally passed I sent him a card
I love you pete k, god knows why I should but I probably will for the rest of my life. In every Pink Floyd song I hear will be you singing comfortably numb to me..............
damn, I'm gonna go play with my razor now:( :( :(
C
not my intention here at all. i just wondered what everyone's FIRST love experience was -- not their most tragic!
BearBryant
02-12-02, 01:47 PM
I thought my story was great!
Kakia69
02-12-02, 02:10 PM
Originally posted by Farmer
Kakia - not being judgemental - but maybe you're trying to fill that void or longing with casual sex?
Farmer, thanks for the observation. :) I could go into a long psychological diatribe, but i'm not going to waste space here. Everyone's relationships are different and Trevor and I met when I was 16 and he was 15. We lost our virginity around the same time...and thus, being young the pattern started, but we also matured together and became good friends/lovers...whatever you want to call it. Sex is no sacred act to me. It never has been...and it never will. It's just pure physical pleasure. I've been in love, and only then does sex become more spiritual where souls become one, and yes, it's a wonderful feeling...ick...ick...ick...really wanna puke just thinking about that "making love" crap. I'd rather have a good relationship and fucking good sex!!!
Sportsgirl
02-12-02, 02:18 PM
Originally posted by LarryD
not my intention here at all. i just wondered what everyone's FIRST love experience was -- not their most tragic!
LOL @ LarryD.
My first love or crush was when I was a little girl in Killeen, Texas. I was smitten with this little Mexican boy in my kindergarten class named Donald. !Que lindo! He looked just like Elian Gonzalez. After kindergarten, I started to attend a different school at Fort Hood, so I never saw him again. Sometimes I wonder what happened to him and how he looks now.
My first really serious crush happened when I was a junior in high school. I had it bad for this cute guy named Cecil. He was on the football team, the wrestling team, he was taking Honors courses - he had it all, the looks, the brains, a nice sportscar. ;) I made up any excuse just to be around him. I even interviewed him for a sports story for the yearbook (I was on the high school newspaper staff). I got to interview him at his house; his parents were rich and lived in this huge house in an affluent neighborhood. Well, unfortunately, my feelings for him were unrequited. A few years later, after we graduated from high school, we met up again and I was hopeful a romance would start up, but he died from heat stroke while mowing his front lawn. How tragic!
QueenCityHillbilly
02-12-02, 07:10 PM
Originally posted by Kakia69
Isn't it? Don't worry, sweetie...you got me. :X
Thanks Kakia. I've normally seen you as a cool slut, but now the sweetheart in you is beginning to show.
Kakia69
02-12-02, 07:17 PM
Originally posted by QueenCityHillbilly
Thanks Kakia. I've normally seen you as a cool slut, but now the sweetheart in you is beginning to show.
Well, thanks Queen. yeah, it's true, i've got a heart and quite compassionate about people. guess the ice is beginning to melt.
XXOO
SilverSurfer
02-12-02, 07:52 PM
Mine was named Lanie (spelled that way) believe it or not. Had blonde hair and blue eyes. She was the best looking girl in our neighborhood. We were "going together" She was born in Germany and her parents had thick accents but she didn't have much of one, but a little. I was 13 years old. I had a bunch of older friends and I was just starting to get into cigarettes, booze, and drugs. She wanted me to quit, but I wouldn't. She stayed for about 6 months, and then when it was clear she was gonna play second fiddle to my friends and my vices, she broke up with me.
I realized after a few months I made a mistake and I really loved her (or thought so then), but she said I had to give up my drugs and my druggie friends to get her back. I didn't do it.
I always regretted not doing it later and wonder what she's doing now and what would have happened if we hadn't broken up. :(
I just hope she turned into a big fatty like her mother.
Funny, my wife's mother was from Germany and my wife has blonde hair and blue eyes. Ironic.
man, i keep coming back to this thread just hoping that....
I see dukey on here talking about his love for "bretney spirs"
It was the first day of high school. I dropped my pen on the floor and she picked it up for me. I was speechless. Then i dropped my notebook and she laughed at me. We were best friends after that. i secretly had a big time crush on her. I dated her best friend for a while. Then my cousin started dating her which through me for a loop. He was none too kind to her and it really pissed me off. They dated for three years. It was torture. Finally she broke up with his sorry ass. We remained very close friends. Until one night after drinking tequilla together (yes, we were 17 and party animals), I was holding her hair back while she puked. When she was done, she told me she loved me. And not as a friend. I told her the same. We went out the next night, even though I knew my cousin would freak(we lived a house away BTW so he would see if she was there). We had a blast just like I knew we would. Later that night as i was driving her home we kissed for the very first time. It was wierd, not what I expected. We went out again the next night. Again we kissed. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks....
It felt like I had just kissed my sister!!!
I was totally in love with this girl 100% as friends and never realized it. She didn't take the news very well. She was mad at me and our friendhsip has never been the same. Of course, I started dating pyschobitch for four years after that and she kept her free-spirited ways that eventually landed her in a coma out in Arizona after a car wreck. I started being friends again with her after that for emotional support. But then she started dating a control freak and I moved to Charlotte. I do miss her still. We are now polar opposites but i still think the world of her.
chuckrichey
02-12-02, 08:38 PM
i have had my share of puppy love and crushes,but i am one of the lucky ones,i guess.i am still with my first love,been with her (off and on)for 17 years.
i met her while working part time at a bowling alley in norfolk,va.her mother was my boss and she always talked about her daughter and how one of these days she was gonna bring her up there so i could meet her.sure enough she showed up one night when her mom was bowling and she took my breath away!i wanted to talk to her but didn't have the balls to do it at first.i told her mom i liked her and she kind of giggled and walked away.
the night i met her,my friend brett was hanging out while i was working and for some reason ,between her mom and her,they confused our names.her mom would come home and tell her "chucky asked about you today" and she would say "i don't like him,i like brett".her mom told me that and it broke my heart.
the next time she came up there,she started to flirt with me,which now was really confusing me.i would walk by with a broom and pan and she would(accidentally)drop popcorn on the floor that i had to sweep up.
i took 3 weeks before i started to talk to her,and finally found out that she thought i was brett.whew.she liked me,YEAH!!!!!we started dating after that and have been with her for the most part ever since.we broke up a couple of times here and there,but if something went wrong,we were always there for each other,hell i even came to her rescue(even after my dad said i was fucking stupid if i go get her)one night when a guy she was with dumped her and left her stranded at a restuarant,it was a few months after that that we realized we were destined to be together forever and we got married.
12 year(in april) and 4 kids later,i still love her with all my heart.never even fathomed when i met her that she was to be my wife and best friend for life!
crystal..........i love you more than anything in the world!!!!
owww shucks!!!!
that was beautiful....I'm such a sucker for romantic stuff like that!!!!!!
She's lucky to have you!;) ;)
BigMark
02-12-02, 08:54 PM
Met her first day of high school. Way out of my league, but we became best friends and remain so to this day. I knew I was completly over her when she told me she was engaged and I couldn't have been happier for her. This is us a couple years ago near Brevard, NC.
i still don't see where you get "big" from.
well i read this before i went out for awhile, and i was waiting on finding the perfect way to post it..... but it seems my hubby found a better way. :)
it pretty much happened like he said.... i was young and he was the coolest guy i had met (he had a 78 camero). he always acted like he cared what i had to say, which was nice considering i was a blonde teenage chick. i fell in love with him sometime between our first poison concert and fooling around in the backseat of that camero. we've been together ever since, even when not romantically...we have always been there for each other. i still consider him my best friend.
so..... i love you too honey bunny! Mwaaahhh! :p
Redcoat
02-13-02, 03:21 AM
I have just been reprimanded for crying at work:(
Will you all stop now!!!
BigMark
02-13-02, 09:03 AM
Do you work for a 1940's all woman baseball team?
Shrapnel
02-13-02, 11:35 AM
She was a 'carny' traveling through town at the county fair. She ran the Whack-A-Weasel game, and did it quite well I might add. It was the whole scene, the greasy fingernails, the men's jeans she wore, sleeping in the back of the game trailer. Intoxicating, really.
Anyway, at the end of the week, she left. She gave me one free whack at the weasel and then she was gone. I still can't ride the Tilt-a-Whirl without puking.
boy, you know, i wondered when sweet mary lou from east bugtussel would be remembered.
gridfaniker
02-13-02, 12:38 PM
Her name was Erma Farnsworth and I met her when I was 13 at the old folks home in Keane, NH, where I was visiting my great-grandmother. It was a warm summer afternoon and Grannie and I were outside sitting under a tree, shooting the breeze. That's when this slight, blue-haired woman came sidlin' up with her walker.
I can still remember the hoarse cackle of her voice:
"Whose the kid Alice?" she said. (Alice was my great-grandmother's name.)
She didn't even wait for an answer. She just said something like "Come with me sonny," explaining that the sun was shining directly on her television and she couldn't see the screen and needed help moving it. Grannie told me to go ahead so I followed this woman (she introduced herself as Miss Erma) up to her room. She pointed out the set and asked me to move it away from the window and tilt it toward the loveseat, which I did.
That's when I heard the deadbolt on the door lock into place. I turned around and there was Erma, wearing nothing but an Uncle Sam hat and a bright red feather boa. She comes sashaying across the room toward me and she's keeps licking her one hand and rubbing her nipples with it.
Her boobs are hanging down to her stomach, which is round and distended, and she's got what looks like the world's largest dusI'm so scared I can't move and before I know it she has me cornered. That's when there came a knock. "Shit, fuck, sonofabitch," Erma said, slowly making her way to the door, stopping to put on a robe and toss the Uncle sam hat into the corner.
Erma opened the door, and there stood a plain looking middle-aged woman, an LPN who was taking Erma down to the gym for her scheduled PT. I still don't know that nurse's name, but she was one of my first loves, simply because she had saved my ass from the advances of that wrinkled hag Erma Farmsworth.
gridfaniker
02-13-02, 12:41 PM
Originally posted by *crystal*
i fell in love with him sometime between our first poison concert and fooling around in the backseat of that camero.
Do you both wear your hair in a mullet or just him?
Originally posted by gridfaniker
Do you both wear your hair in a mullet or just him?
SECOND huge laugh of the day.
well, THIRD after dukey's signature...
neither of us actually..... he was one hot guy in high school.. still is if ya ask me... but you know i do love him so i may be partial. :D
jbghostrat
02-13-02, 05:29 PM
You guys are sappy!!
Kakia69
02-14-02, 12:39 AM
oh yeah...i use to have a crush on this one guy...until this snobby 7th grade bitch told him...and then she told me that he was interested...and so i said "hi"...and he dumped soda on me. the embarrassment factor kicked his name right out of my head. I wasn't such a hot chick when I was younger. Kind of like the ugly duckling who turned into a swan...that's my story.
-------> HoF
probably our first really good thread
i'd like for the new additions to contribute to this one...
an instant classic.
man, crystal was gushing over chuck -- little did we all know she was skankin' around his back.
no names. i dont want him reading this...but he was the cutest boy in my neighborhood.
he went to an all boys high school, and i went to an all girls high school, so we never spent lots of time togehter. i was 13 he was 15. we rode our bikes together after school. i remember him looking at me funny. we talked on the phone for hours. i think i fell in love sometime those long summer nights (and mornings) talking with him on the phone. one time after talking to him and i was getting ready to say goodnight, he told me to come outside. he rode his bike to my house and kissed me thoroughly! it was like 3 a.m. when he did that!
it is 3 a.m. here now as i type this...i can almost feel that kiss!
i married someone i love, but he was my first love and my first real kiss!
twentybelow0
10-19-02, 06:48 AM
Cindy Haun
The looks and body of an angel. We used to sneak out at night and mess around till early in the morning. She went to live with her sister one summer and I couldn't keep it in my shorts (the problems of an 18yr old) she said she saw it in my face as soon as she laid eyes on me. live and learn
I could tell y'all all about it, but I'd hate to have the authorities dig up my parents' yard - Dad likes his garden as it is. Plus, there just isn't that many hotel rooms back home to hold the media crush that would ensue. It would be a real mess. Just take my word for it when I tell you that I haven't seen her for a number of years now. :D
PhotoGuy
10-19-02, 10:54 AM
I remember the time my girlfriend and I went out for a drive in in the country in my Yugo. I was 18, she was 16. We parked on a long dark gravel road with tall cornstalks towering over us on both sides. The sky was clear, the stars were bright, the air was crisp, the music was soft, she was looking so good. We danced in the beams of the headlignts. The wind blowing gentle wispers through her long blonde curly hair. The rhythmic chirp of grasshoppers was sweet as a lullabye as we laid side by side holding hands in the dark. The moment could not have been more right than it was that night. We made love in the moonlight, shaded only by swaying stalks of corn. As I lay on my back I gazed upward to the sky. I felt like I was floating. I could fall off the earth into the deep black sky. I turned and gazed into her eyes and I found the one thing more beautiful than the twinkling stars. It was a beautiful night.
Originally posted by The Brain
Ah the first Love... the one that got away... her name was Amy Burris...
Dude, I think I know her!!
WilliamJ
10-19-02, 12:05 PM
if i write about this i think i will cop a resentment against myself once again....i was a dumb-ass....i think i'll just stay in denial.
My first love completely and totally sucked! He put on a good show for a while...long enough for me to fall for him. Then he turned into a total bastard control freak, to the point where I ended up with virtually no friends because his jealousy was just too much for me to handle, I gave in and let him have all my time. Every word that came out of his mouth was critical, and after a while I started believing all the things he said about me. I stopped doing all the things I enjoyed, because it was easier to do that than to listen to him degrade me for having interests that he didn't share.
My family and I moved away about a year into the relationship (about 2 1/2 hour drive) and things only got worse between us. The jealousy grew, and of course it kept me from making any friends at my new school. My self-esteem was down in the negative digits by that time, and I figured I must have deserved all the shit he was giving me.
At some point I met this awesome guy who reminded me of how a lady should be treated, and made sure I knew that I didn't deserve to be walked all over. I started to really hate bf, and began to pull away, and he only got more suspicious...thinking I was cheating on him. He started making threats, and I was afraid to leave him...better miserable than dead, right? About the time I didn't think I could handle it another second (and with much assurance from my new friend that I could do it) I got the guts to ditch the bastard. Lucky for me his threats we're BS.
It took a looooong time for me to learn to be myself again. What an asshole.
THE END!
QueenCityHillbilly
10-19-02, 02:38 PM
Good for you RSGal, it's fuckers like that that should be shot in the back of the knee.
QueenCityHillbilly
10-19-02, 02:40 PM
If I wasn't with a beautiful woman right now, I'd be sad as hell.
My first love was Bradley Hill. He was 2 years older than me. Well when he went to high school and I was still in jr high I started hearing rumors about him and some of the high school girls. I was so hurt. I confronted him about it and he said that it didn't mean anything blah blah blah. But I was hurt and told him he could have his high schools girls but not me!
I will always love him and when I saw him about 10 years ago we both knew the attraction was still there. That was weird.
hasbeens99
10-19-02, 11:34 PM
My first love was SMJ. We had some classes together in 5th grade. She and I were the smartest ones in class, so we kinda clicked because of it. Not in a competing sort of way, but just something we shared.
Later that year we played soccer on the same team. It was the first year playing for both of us. Now that I think about it, it's kind of weird she was playing at all. I think she might've been the only girl in the league. Anyway, the coach made us both fullbacks. We stood right by the goalie, and didn't have to run much. Our team was pretty good, so the ball spent a lot of time at the other end of the field, and we had a lot of time to talk. It was very cool.
In sixth grade, what started out as a special friendship turned into a crush. We had most of the same classes again. I started playing football, and she was a cheerleader. The only way it could've been more perfect was if she cheered for me, but she was on another team.
In seventh grade, the hormones kicked in and I fell head over heels in love. She was all I thought about. My home life was a living hell by that time (alcholism, emotional abuse) and the only things that kept me sane were football, my best friend Vaughn, and SMJ. I was team captain in football, but she gave up her pom-poms to try other sports. We didn't have as many classes, but in the ones we did have, we did compete for highest grades. I was grateful for it. It gave me an excuse to talk to her.
I was always a fat little kid, and by that time I was fat, wore glasses, and had braces. She, on the other hand, was a goddess. (at least in my eyes.) She was perfect, and now I had to compete with 8th and 9th graders. There was no competition. She started going around with a tall blonde 8th grader and I was history. We just grew apart...or rather, she grew apart from me. I still dreamed about her every night, and most likely drove my friends insane because of it. But I never told her how I felt.
That is, until the day I moved away.
By the end of my 7th grade year, I was literally suicidal. The only reason I didn't go through with it was my little sister. I was the only thing standing between her and the abuse. When we flew out to California that summer and told Dad about what was going on, he offered to let us stay here with him. My sister agreed immediately. But I, knowing I would never see SMJ again, took a full two weeks before I agreed. The hope I clung to for so long (three years is an eternity to a 13-year-old) was gone. I wrote a letter to my best friend and told him I wasn't coming back. He knew why. But I also wrote another letter spilling my guts to SMJ, and asked him to give it to her for me. I never heard back from either of them.
Fast forward ten years. My mother sent me SMJ's wedding announcement in the local newspaper. Turns out, she and her new groom lived about 2 hours drive away from me! I tracked her down and called her. It was so great to hear her voice again. By that time, I had been married for a year. We talked on the phone a few times to catch up, but her marriage was over quickly and she moved back to Arkansas before we had a chance to see each other. I did ask her about the letter, and all she said was that she never knew anyone cared about her that much. She told me later that during 7th grade, she had been molested by a family member and obviously had a tough time dealing with it all that year.
Four years later, I reconnected with her on Classmates.com. After we got caught up, she invited me to the 10-year HS reunion. She said that even though I didn't graduate with them, everyone would remember me. I agreed. It was the first time I had seen Bentonville since I left fifteen years earlier. There was an informal get-together planned the night before the reunion at a bar in Rogers. I walked in the room, and everyone remembered me, just like she said they would. She was there, but because she was the reunion organizer she was very busy and we didn't have a chance to talk.
At the reunion, once things calmed down we finally at least had a chance to sit at the same table for a while. Oddly enough, there wasn't much to talk about. I was in town for two weeks, and I was hoping to spend some time with her but that was not to be. She had just gotten hired by a company in Denver, and she was leaving the next day. She wasn't even packed because of all the reunion stuff she had to do. She left early and that was the last time I saw or talked to her. That was about 2 1/2 years ago.
She did hug me before she left, though. It was weird, and I almost had to chuckle at it. I thought back to 7th grade, and remembered how I would've given anything just to hold her hand. I couldn't even picture myself holding her or being held by her. That was off the top of the radar screen. But here we were, 15 years later. She was just as I remembered her. (plus the benefits of puberty, of course) But she was divorced and I was 6 year veteran of a strong and happy marriage. So much had happened to both of us. We were all grown up. But for one moment, I was thirteen again, living a dream I was to afraid to dream, and I thank God every time I remember it.
good story hasbeens. you should have spilled your guts to her at the reunion.
hasbeens99
10-19-02, 11:57 PM
Originally posted by LarryD
good story hasbeens. you should have spilled your guts to her at the reunion.
Wasn't anything left to spill. I was (am) in love with my wife. SMJ had the letter from seventh grade. She knew how I felt back then.
I will admit, though, it was all I could do not to let my feelings from the past overwhelm me in the present. In retrospect, I am very grateful we didn't have a chance to be alone. I don't know if I had it in me at the time to keep anything from happening if the opportunity presented itself, and it definitely wasn't worth destroying my marriage.
Christine
We first met in elementary school, fourth grade to be exact. I use to get on all her nerves back in the day. We weren't really friends, just classmates. I was never attracted to her back then either. Just more of a pest.
Then the years rolled past, jr. high we became more acquainted with each other. We had the same circle of friends so I got to know her a little more but the attraction still wasn't there. She was one of those smarty, save the earth type girls while I was the witty, do enough to get good grades types of people. We parted ways when High School came around, she went to MP while I was at the Big O.
We still kept in touch b/c we had mutual friends and we hung out every now and then. So I got to know her better and there was this attraction, that I was feeling towards her. It just hit me one of those days, back in HS, when we were hanging out......that she was everything I was looking for in a girl. The last year in high school, every time my friend would hang out with her I gladly go along. When high school gradution rolled around, we would part ways for the time being. She would become a Tarheel while I became a 49er.
We kept in touch every other day from emails and every time she came into town we would get together. By this time I simply adored this girl I have grown up with through the years. The attraction grew stronger but I never knew what she felt in return. I thought I was just this "friend" to her.
After our freshman year, she came back home (I was already here). We hung out more than usual, with other friends of course. Then one day out of the blue, one of my friends basically told me I was blind and I didn't see it. I was like "what". He was bascially telling me that she liked me and that's why she was spending all this time with me (and friends). I was still somewhat dumbfounded and hesitant. Made me kind of feel wierd at the point in time too. I really liked this girl and apparently she really liked me too. So after my friends bothered me for a while (it was obvious that everyone knew that she liked me except for me...I was feeling stupid).
So I called her that afternoon and set up a date for that night to a movie. We went to watch Lethal Weapon 3 if my memory serves me right. The whole night I just wanted to hold her hand. It was just sitting right there for me to grab but I was somewhat shy. I didn't know how she would react. I really wanted to and took a chance. My heart was racing at this point and I put my hand on top of hers...she grabbed it. I felt so relieved and we never let go the whole night. After the movie I drive her back home, and told her goodbye. I wanted to give her just a peck so I lean over to kiss her but I got more than a peck :) .
That was the start of my first love. The summer we spent together was wonderful and I knew the inevitable. We would part ways in August. For the next 9 months our relationship was up and down. Mostly on my part because I really did miss her. I would go up there every chance I could even skipping classes. The next semester I would work my schedule around so I could spend more time with her. My grades were abysmal but I never let her know. The ups and downs continued but long distance relationships are hard (something I haven't learned still).
The summer rolled around again and I was about to have finals and she was already home. One afternoon I came over to see her, I guess it was a break from "studying". We were lying down on the couch and she moved away from me. I could tell something was bothering her and she told me she didn't feel the same for me anymore. I was totally perplexed. So many things rushed in my mind and I left. I took it pretty bad but good thing I was on my way to NC State that summer also. It helped me get over it.
Though I found the reason why she broke up with me. It didn't really matter to me by that time. It was over between us. She had moved on and so had I. I look back on our relationship today and I cherish the time we had together. I respect her for telling me how she felt because they're girls out there who can't ante up. I realize things now. I've grown up to understand. That's why I loved her.
She will always be apart of me for the rest of my life.
That's my "tale of two summers"
Savio
awww Savio....what a wonderful story. Thank you for sharing.
johndeerebrave
01-03-03, 02:32 AM
Melissa-- a girl from a mission trip in Murphy, NC, summer of 98, when I was 19. Unfortunately, I found out she was only 14--albeit a very mature 14. I know you all are going to go senile when you find out I liked a 14-year old at 19, but really, she was as mature a 14-year old as they come. She's one of the few gems out there. The thing was, I had asked this other guy with my youth group to take a picture of us. He ended up making her think he really liked her--but she really liked me. She really felt guilty about "ditching me" but after I found out she was 14 there was no hope for us. That and the fact she lives in Murphy and I'm from near Shelby. She's one of the few gems though. I spilled my guts despite knowing it would never work, she felt the same, and We both thought one day it could happen. She sent me a John Deere tag in the mail three years ago. She still has the letter I wrote her.
Melissa is now at UNC Asheville and is happily engaged. I couldn't be happier for her.
Other girls I've fell for haven't returned my love.
One girl, we went out Feb 99 and I didn't want to admit to myself that I liked her, but I had started to fall very hard for. But she had already started dating this guy she's probably married to now. I didn't know it at the time. I didn't ask and she didn't say. A month later I found out about him but she said they were merely "talking." Despite two blind dates (which would have happened anyway), I crushed over her for a good while. Became kinda interested in another girl for a while, but for the most part it was all Mandy, until at the end of that summer, found out they were dating, and I was very distraught. We'll just leave it at that. Although she's really nice, our trip to the movies wasn't supposed to be a date.
Another girl, Shella, I had Spanish with at Cleveland Community College. She was dating this guy from Gaffney who I knew wouldn't last when she got up to UNC Charlotte. I started back at UNCC at the same time, and sure enough, he cheated on her, but she got with another guy from Gaffney, who she's still with. I was looking so forward to her partying with us, but she instead turned out to be a homebody. We had communication theory together at UNCC, and I also read too much into the night she invited me over to her place to hang out. Never thought she and her current bf would last. They're engaged.
There was another girl from my sociology class at UNC Charlotte, Lindsay, two years ago, she was nice, and I spilled my guts, but she just didn't feel the same way. She had a boyfriend. He's cool as hell, and I wasn't that jealous about her dating him. But it took me a while to get over her. This girl's with someone else now. I don't think she ever really liked the other guy.
negoshe8er
01-27-03, 06:52 AM
Great thread! The one that I let get away...
Greensboro, 1989. Her name was Joan Moss. I was 25. Met her through some wild and crazy girlfriends in our apartment complex. Dated her about four months then I cut it off cold turkey and have been looking back ever since. She without a doubt was the "coolest" and one of the sexiest girls I ever dated. And to this day I can remember the sex with her. She made my knees weak! Completely and without reservation accepted me for who I was, whoever the hell that was back then. Problem was her previous boyfriend was psycho jealous and was stalking her relentlessly while we were going out. It became very annoying and uncomfortable for me so I broke it off. I was too caught up in myself to ask how she felt about me, and too afraid of commitment at 25 to express my feelings for her. That stupid male pride prevented me from pursuing happiness. Through the years I tried locating her and was finally successful in 2001. I learned where she is and how she is living. I also learned that she bacame pregnant while we dated and never told me. She wasn't comfortable enough to approach me with it back then and aborted it. If I had known, things would probably have been different. As fate had it, she was able to release her burden of guilt after 13 years, and I have finally put closure on the relationship that could have been.
Moral to this story is that a GOOD woman IS worth fighting for.
Derbygal
01-27-03, 10:21 PM
Never a second thought...he had jet black hair and the bluest eyes I ever saw. Tall, but not lanky, even for a first grader. We lived just a block and a half away from each other. He and his older sisters would pick me up in the mornings and we'd walk to school together. I remember them teasing us about holding hands, and how embarassed we were to kiss each other on the cheek goodbye at the end of the school day when they'd drop me off at home. How sweet he was. All the way through grade school, although we never actually got together ever again, we had a special friendship. After grade school (being catholic school kids) we each went on to the normal all girl and all boy high schools, and his family moved across the city (a city the size of Charlotte). I'll never forget the day my best friend from grade school called to tell me that JC had been hit by a train while attempting to cross the tressels in J-Town and was killed instantly, his body mangled so badly that there was hardly enough of him to be in the closed casket. I was only a Junior in high school, and it was then that I realized how much his life had touched mine. I will always smile when I remember his beautiful face. :)
plutosgirl
01-28-03, 04:06 PM
Damn Derby that one made me cry:mercy: That's awful honey, I'm sorry.:(
voyergirl
03-04-03, 12:30 AM
bump this wonderful thread once more:)
plutosgirl
03-23-03, 09:55 AM
I've read this thread about 3 times over the past few months, it's wonderful... ..
I had a few boyfriends before high school but none that said, this is what it's all about. I was a freshman, my parents were on a two week trip to Florida with my sister and her husband. My brother and I were left to fend for ourselves and of course, have parties and play music. My brother's band was practicing that night and they were pretty popular with the bluegrass crowd. I don't know how he ended up there, and I never cared.
His name was Mike and it was love at first sight for both of us. He had dark hair and clear blue eyes. He was a junior at the rival high school. He was captain of the football team, the most popular guy at his school and to this day I don't know why he picked me. The night we met, we listened to old albums in my room for hours. We kissed a lot but I remember us laughing more than anything. When he left in the wee hours of the morning, I had his letter jacket and his class ring.
My parents wouldn't let me officially date yet, but he would come to our house and hang out. I could go to church with him and to his parent's house but that was it. Prom time came around. My parents let me go, but I had to be home at 1030. He gladly accepted that. We put beer on my window ledge before we came in and drank out the bedroom window, he picked up the cans before he left.
He had an old model ford truck that was blue, he made a tag for the front of it that said 'jenny blue'. We played tag football in the yard at my parents with other people in the summer. I drank more beer than he one Sunday afternoon when riding around town. He said, do you know how this makes me look in front of my friends? My friends and I camped a lot up on the mountain behind our houses, he and his friends would sneak up there late at night. What a summer.........
He always called at 10 pm, and one night he didn't call. By 1015 I was in a fit of rage. Someone knocked on my bedroom window, it was him, drunk. I threw all his things outside at him and he cried. I really wasn't mad, I just thought that was what I was supposed to do because he didn't call.....
I was old enough to date by now, and being asked out by other guys. He would soon be leaving for the navy. He told me he would write and he did. I was dating others and having the time of my life. He told me whatever happened, he would name his first born after me. Years later, I was reading the paper from our hometown. His last name caught my eye under the 'new arrival' section. He wasn't living there but the announcement was clear, a baby girl- Jennifer was her name. What a bittersweet feeling...
I've haven't talked to him in 18 years, but his mother had a procedure done where I worked a few years back. She hugged me and said she thought of me often. I learned he worked for a huge medical supply company in Pennsylvania and had three children. ( they were the major supplier for the cardiac cath lab where I was ordering supplies from at the time) His region was up north, and I never asked about him when I ordered. I stopped by his mothers room that afternoon after work, to say goodbye, the door was ajar, I paused to knock. I overheard her telling a visitor that it was such a coincidence to see me there and he had never gotten over me to that day, that she felt we would always be in love. I turned and left.
MM, wherever you are, I hope you are well, successful and more than anything, happy. You taught me early about self esteem and how men should treat women. I wish all women were so lucky.....
Are your eyes still as blue and can you hold your beer better than before?
rockyroads
03-24-03, 01:58 AM
He was lucky, he got away from you before u could screw his life up
plutosgirl
03-24-03, 10:17 AM
Originally posted by rockyroads
He was lucky, he got away from you before u could screw his life up
Dukey?:confused:
Originally posted by plutosgirl
MM, wherever you are, I hope you are well, successful and more than anything, happy. You taught me early about self esteem and how men should treat women. I wish all women were so lucky.....
Are your eyes still as blue and can you hold your beer better than before?
Wow Plu...that's incredible. Reminds me of the saying "better to have loved and lost than to never loved at all" (or something to that effect).
Thanks for sharing it with us. :)
rockyroads
03-24-03, 01:09 PM
She has no clue what love is.
Honeygirl
03-24-03, 01:29 PM
Originally posted by rockyroads
He was lucky, he got away from you before u could screw his life up
Originally posted by rockyroads
She has no clue what love is.
Remember this Rocky?
Originally posted by
I dont know why I posted what I did in this forum. Love and hurt amke you do stupid things. Pluto is a beautiful, caring woman who anyone would be lucky to have. You all dont have to tell me how pathetic and stupid I am, I already know it. By doing this I have basically assured myself of never getting her back. Once again I apologize for invading your world in here Rocky - call someone and get some help. Please.
jazzbluescat
03-25-03, 08:30 AM
Think back to your first love...
Can't remember my first love because my first lust supersedes it.:D
What I recall is my tenth grade English student teacher. She had the most gorgeous set of knockers(silhouette). She'd lean back in her chair and, quite innocently enough, those knockers would stand out, demanding attention. She'd look around the room and wonder why all the boys were giving her incredible attention, and glance down at her chest, put two & two together and very quickly retain a normal sitting position and quickly cover those magnificent works of art with her sweater:D .
She had a boyfriend that was still up in Chapel Hill that she'd visit, coming in the next morning with bags/rings around eyes and hickey on her neck.
Man! Did she fuel the imagination.
Oh, and she wore a "virginity" pin on the collar of her blouse, up near the hickey. :D
I met her when I was 19...I had just move into my dorm and had just reinvented myself. It was the second week of my freshman year. I saw her on the first day of classes. She was in my Biology class. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I figured I was waaaaay out of my league so I said nothing. A few weeks later I was walking through my dorm and heard Korn's "Blind" coming from a room down the hall. After being subjected to weeks of Ben Folds Five "Army" I decided to check it out. It was her. Since we had something in common I decided to give it a chance. I knocked and we began talking. A week later our biology class had a trip to goto Topsail Island to watch Sea Turtles hatch. We both went and this is where things truly started to happen. By the end of the week following the trip we were together. I can't say the exact moment that it was love. She taught me what love was. I thought I knew before but I was wrong. I was just clinging to people because I was scared. It could have been standing outside Cherry Grove pier on our first Spring Break, or when my band played at Dick's Last Resort. Maybe it was after I threw her ex into Lake Norman that I realized it. Maybe it was the way we both decided to talk the other person into going to LA to be on The Price is Right. It could have been any moment in the winter/spring of 1999-2000. From sitting in Peabody Park to bowling night. We had had ups and lows but through it all, even through my neuroticism, I have knew deep inside that we were 100% made for each other. We will soon be celebrating 4 years together. We have talked about marriage but we want to get settled down first. I recently saw her in Salt Lake and I rerealized everything I love about her. One thing I will never understand is how I became so lucky.
Puttingood
07-18-03, 08:49 PM
I met her when I was 19...
How old are you now?
Originally posted by Puttingood
I met her when I was 19...
How old are you now?
Will be 22 next week
gladhatter
07-19-03, 08:32 AM
Originally posted by wossa
I always knew Putt was in love with his own self!:p
He's not really THAT stuck on himself....just his hand.
Hockeygirl44
07-22-03, 01:59 PM
My first love was SMW. My sophomore year in high school- he was a junior. We were both in the marching band. I played percussion and he played baritone. We first became friends at band camp (ok ok- no band camp jokes now); we were learning the new drill (marching), and there was one part where my line was marching backwards and his line was marching forwards and the lines were supposed to pass through each other. Well, I was going backwards and kept running directly into him. We had a good laugh about it, and thank goodness, finally got it right.
That November, we travelled from CA to NY to march in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. What started out innocently enough as friends turned into much more over the course of that week. Although it had been coming on for a while, I'm sure the excitement and romance of being away from home and in the big city had something to do with it. The whole week was so romantic- we were inseperable and he was such a gentleman, just holding my hand or putting his arm around me.
On Thanksgiving Night, we all had dinner at this restaurant called "Adam's Apple". It was this amazing place, decorated to look like the Garden of Eden. There were trees and vines and leaves everywhere- you couldn't see any of the walls or the ceiling- and we (the band) had the whole restaurant to ourselves. They had a 3 level dancefloor connected by a spiral staircase. For the last dance of the night they played the song "New York New York", and it was during that song that he finally kissed me for the first time. SIGH.
The funniest part about our relationship was that I was your normal 15 year old girl- ok looking, not trendy, but not geeky, either- just average. But SMW was totally mod; he had long hair, wore dock martins and a long trench coat, and drove a motorcycle. We were definitely an odd couple. But we had a great time together. We would ditch school and go riding in the country on his motorcycle, or go to friends' houses. He was all I could think about.
I went to KY for Christmas to visit my dad. I called SMW everyday I was gone, and missed him terribly. The day I came home, he and my mom picked me up from the airport. It was a great reunion (as great as it could be with my mom there!). Later that night, he called and broke up with me, saying that he didn't really care about me as much as he thought he did. No explanation other than that. My heart was completely broken. I cried non-stop for several weeks. I couldn't face him or anyone else. Of course, every song on the radio reminded me of him. When I finally got my pictures developed from the trip to NY (my mom actually confiscated the film and wouldn't let me develop it, saying that she didn't want to make me MORE sad), it hit me all over again. I gave SMW the doubles of all the picts, mostly of the 2 of us, with a note saying "We'll always have NewYork".
By the next year we were able to be friends again, although it was never the same. I ran into him several years after high school; he had actually joined the army (that "high and tight" buzz cut was quite a change from his long locks!) and was going back to college on his GI Bill. He married a girl that we went to high school with, and last I heard has a little boy.
I know that we never would have lasted (I think I even knew it at the time, but wasn't that even more romantic- fighting against the odds?), but we'll alwasy have NewYork.
gridfaniker
07-24-03, 04:27 PM
Originally posted by Hockeygirl44
My first love was SMW. My sophomore year in high school- he was a junior. We were both in the marching band. I played percussion and he played baritone. We first became friends at band camp (ok ok- no band camp jokes now); we were learning the new drill (marching), and there was one part where my line was marching backwards and his line was marching forwards and the lines were supposed to pass through each other. Well, I was going backwards and kept running directly into him. We had a good laugh about it, and thank goodness, finally got it right.
That November, we travelled from CA to NY to march in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. What started out innocently enough as friends turned into much more over the course of that week. Although it had been coming on for a while, I'm sure the excitement and romance of being away from home and in the big city had something to do with it. The whole week was so romantic- we were inseperable and he was such a gentleman, just holding my hand or putting his arm around me.
On Thanksgiving Night, we all had dinner at this restaurant called "Adam's Apple". It was this amazing place, decorated to look like the Garden of Eden. There were trees and vines and leaves everywhere- you couldn't see any of the walls or the ceiling- and we (the band) had the whole restaurant to ourselves. They had a 3 level dancefloor connected by a spiral staircase. For the last dance of the night they played the song "New York New York", and it was during that song that he finally kissed me for the first time. SIGH.
The funniest part about our relationship was that I was your normal 15 year old girl- ok looking, not trendy, but not geeky, either- just average. But SMW was totally mod; he had long hair, wore dock martins and a long trench coat, and drove a motorcycle. We were definitely an odd couple. But we had a great time together. We would ditch school and go riding in the country on his motorcycle, or go to friends' houses. He was all I could think about.
I went to KY for Christmas to visit my dad. I called SMW everyday I was gone, and missed him terribly. The day I came home, he and my mom picked me up from the airport. It was a great reunion (as great as it could be with my mom there!). Later that night, he called and broke up with me, saying that he didn't really care about me as much as he thought he did. No explanation other than that. My heart was completely broken. I cried non-stop for several weeks. I couldn't face him or anyone else. Of course, every song on the radio reminded me of him. When I finally got my pictures developed from the trip to NY (my mom actually confiscated the film and wouldn't let me develop it, saying that she didn't want to make me MORE sad), it hit me all over again. I gave SMW the doubles of all the picts, mostly of the 2 of us, with a note saying "We'll always have NewYork".
By the next year we were able to be friends again, although it was never the same. I ran into him several years after high school; he had actually joined the army (that "high and tight" buzz cut was quite a change from his long locks!) and was going back to college on his GI Bill. He married a girl that we went to high school with, and last I heard has a little boy.
I know that we never would have lasted (I think I even knew it at the time, but wasn't that even more romantic- fighting against the odds?), but we'll alwasy have NewYork.
You met him at band camp? Don't feel too bad, he was probably gay. :D
QueenCityHillbilly
11-25-04, 08:46 AM
Dear D. Miller,
The first time I saw you was at church with my sister. You were singing in the choir and I spent the whole hour at church looking right into your eyes. Dern' if I didn't join the choir that week. You were so young and beautiful. We always had blatant glances and stares at each other every Sunday. Each week I was going to ask you out, but then I remembered I had a girlfriend. After I broke up with her, your boyfriend showed up on Christmas to suprise you. That may have been the most jealous I've ever been. But you looked so happy, and that comforted me. Everything about you was perfect. The way you walked, treated your family, had such soft skin. Even the license plate on your car "Smurf." If I ever saw that car around town, I got goose bumps. As silly as this sounds, if I'm buying, I only drink Miller beer because it's got your name on it. If for some reason I've been too busy at work to think of you, As soon as I get home and open the refridgerator, there you are. You are the only person that has ever, ever, ever made me too nervous to speak. The last time I saw you, we talked about how much fun you're having in college, that was over a year ago. I'll still have a chance to know you better, for you are the sweetest, most beautiful person on the face of this beautiful earth.
I sincerely hope you are a happy woman who is loved,
-QueenCityHillbillyI was at a stoplight on Independence the other day. She and her mom pulled up in the car next to me. I haven't seen them in well over two years. Anyway, I have absolutely no feeling for this girl, and I still couldn't even roll down my window and say hi.
HulkaManiaRunninWild
11-25-04, 09:38 AM
I exorcized that demon a long, long, long time ago. I see no need to bring that rotten cunt up ever again.
Have a nice day. :xyzthumbs
KrackMonkey
12-08-04, 05:09 AM
My parents divorced when I was younger, and I lived with my dad and stepmom, and would visit with mom and stepdad on every other weekend. They moved to Norfolk (we lived here in Charlotte at the time, Waxhaw actually) so it was cut down to once a month.
Anyway, when they would come to visit, we would stay with my aunt Marilyn, who lived in those apartments right next to South Meck on Park Rd. That's where I met her. Hayley Ann Ross. One night, I think it was my 12th or 13th birthday...I dont quite remember...we were all outside playing kickball in the parking lot and her and her friend (Melissa? Melanie? :huh: ) came out to play with us. Little did I know, but it was instant.
Anyway, since this was before the days of teh Int0rweb, we wrote letters back and forth constantly, complaining about how my parents wouldnt let me come see her and how we were planning to get married, etc etc. This went on for a number of years.
Finally, I was able to drive, and on Valentine's Day, in my junior year, I skipped school for the day with my best friend, Matt, and we dipped from Sun Valley and drove all the way to Sharon Lakes Drive, where she lived with her mom, and spent the entire day with her. This was a surprise. We hadnt seen each other in months, if not a year, and she answered the door in tears, and I'll admit, I was a bit choked up myself. We spent the entire day laying in bed, talking to each other, kissing and being intimate. It was heaven on earth. (For the record, I slipped and unknowingly told my parent's I went to see her, but a big deal wasnt made of it.) One of the best memories of that day was that I gave her the gold necklace of mine that my mother had given to me for my 16th bday the previous october. Mom threw a fit, drove me to her house and made me get it back. :laugh1: Silly mom.
We continued writing letters back and forth for the next couple of months, and during Spring Break of that year, I pulled a runaway stunt to Myrtle Beach, which is a whole other LOOOONG story. In the end, my father disowned me, and I had to move to Greenwood, SC where my mother and stepfather were currently living.
Hayley and I continued writing letters, now 2 hours away, never letting each other go, and never losing sight of our plans for the rest of our lives with each other.
I graduated from High School from Greenwood High School, and not two weeks after graduation, was on a plane to the US Merchant Marine Academy, just outside of Manhattan on Long Island. I think this was the first period where we had some time apart. We still talked on the phone every now and then and continued to write letters once I established myself.
Fast Forward again to 2000. I had since lived in Greenville, SC and Charleston, SC and moved back to Charlotte in Summer 2000. I think I just blindly emailed her to one of her email accounts and she got it. We got back in touch. She was now living in Cary/Chapel Hill area. This was very disappointing, as I was looking to get back together with her and potentially start something finally real and serious. The job I had allowed me to travel to our branch that just happened to be in Cary. We spent many, many nights together in my hotel room, just lying next to each other, talking about things. I believe she was seeing a pilot at the time, so there was no real hanky panky, just good friends who missed each other.
After that it is all pretty much downhill from there....we just gradually phased out and lost touch with each other and I beat myself up at LEAST once a month over it, get really drunk, and end up in tears. This is the woman I want to spend my life with and I cant find her anymore. I let her go just a bit too far out of reach, and I lost her. I have no idea how to get in touch with her anymore. I think a lot the ways I act towards women, being a bit of a manwhore, is just my way of dealing with the fact that no one will ever be my Hayley, and if I ever you do find you again, Im never letting go.
I still have all your letters and I still read them all through at least once a year...it puts a smile on my face and brings tears to my eyes every time. You're the only woman Ive ever truly loved.
OK, Im crying. Im gonna stop. This was hard. God Damn.
builder
12-08-04, 12:11 PM
what a fucking pussy. Sheesh.
Vballlady
12-28-04, 04:38 PM
my first love. I have been sad all day, and then i started reading this thread. I wish all the threads on tbr could make someone cry more than once. ..
most who know me would think that EMA was my first love. they would be wrong.
my freshman year of high school i met joe. I had been dating some jerks just to date, and i will never forget my encounter with joe. He was a senior, and had two younger siblings, a sister who was a freshman with me, and a little brother who was a junior. (this fact becomes important later) he was handsome, tall, athletic, incredibly intelligent, and had these dark green eyes that i will never forget. I was finishing my volleyball season and had just been cast in the school musical. my father wouldn't let me date, but i did anyway. He would write me letters, deep and heartfelt about how much he cared for me, and i would keep one in my backpocket all the time. He played baseball, and was trying to get into the naval academy. we had dated for 3 months, when i got called to the office. The principal, all the administration and the counseling staff were all sitting in the room that i was led to. It was then that I was told that my coach had committed suicide the day before. I had been really close with him and was stunned, and proceeded to cry for 3 hours straight in that room.
the next few days were a big haze for me. I found out that there was a note gary had left in his car with him to everyone he knew (myself included) but that I would never be able to read it because it was considered evidence. His mom and step-father set up a scholarship for those of us he had coached, and joe sat with me for hours while i cried at the wake and funeral. I prayed for the first and last time (since) after those 3 hours in the room, and when i walked out joe was there waiting for me.(my answer for help) He took care of me for 2 weeks after that, because i was a mess. for that I will always love him.
Those messy two weeks passed slowly, and joe asked me to prom. I said yes, but my parents wouldn't let me go. so he ran the 5 miles to my house the night of prom and we laid on the grass in my yard wondering how prom was going and staring at the stars above us.
2 days later his mother and father sat him down and told him that they dissaproved of him dating someone that was the age of his little sister. He was going off to college, and he shouldn't be coming back from UMD all the time to see me. We both knew they were right. He went off to umd to study engineering and I was happy for him. we loved and left, and I will never forget how wonderful he was.
As our lives have worn on, we talk occasionally, he is now married to a fellow engineer and lives in columbia. His brother got married and his little sis is now engaged. We would talk about the past and how happy we are now. He is with a wonderful girl and I am with a wonderful guy and neither of us would ever change our lives. We always have our memories, and they are much better than real life.
vpkozel
01-11-05, 04:52 PM
I am with a wonderful guy
I thought you dated franchise. :huh:
weird this thread got bumped on the only day in -- maybe ever -- that i'm carrying a photograph (two, really) of me and kristin in my jacket pocket.
weird.
PhotoGuy
01-22-05, 11:52 PM
weird that I just came across a pic of mine today too. :xyzthumbs
I shot this with a twin lens reflex 120 camera for a class project at Rochester Institute Of Technology. I had returned home for my girlfriend's high school Homecoming football game and dance. She was a cutie. :mushy:
KrackMonkey
01-23-05, 01:00 AM
I think it would be funny to have a Now & Then photo to compare for each of the story's.
weird this thread got bumped on the only day in -- maybe ever -- that i'm carrying a photograph (two, really) of me and kristin in my jacket pocket.
weird.
Is it ok to hang onto old photographs? I've got a couple and sometimes feel bad about it being married and all. Just wondering. :thinking:
PhotoGuy
01-23-05, 09:00 PM
Very well... I just did a google search on her and found this current pic of her at the university she teaches English at. :scared2: She looks just like her mom. All of our friends called her "onion head" because she always had her hair pulled back tight in a bun. She had the most awesome long curly blonde hair. She hated it.
dollface
01-23-05, 10:59 PM
I regret my first Real love and wish I would have saved myself for something better. *SOBS!!!!!!!!* I do not even wish to get into it. Too depressing.
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