Foo - Fake title: UA don't click on this one.

Real title: Tell us about your first "love". How old were you and why was it so special?

Well, there was this mirror.....................

Met her when I was 16 in debate club. If any of you watch(ed) Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, her family was on it two years ago. (From my profile, you can connect the dots).

We were really good friends, then lovers for a few years. It got pretty erratic after that, and I finally called it quits a year and a half ago (though we still saw each other from time to time, and you know what happens when ex-lovers get together).

While it was our friendship that really made the relationship nice and pleasant at first, she and some of her other family members had very severe vision problems. She was way past legally blind, but could still see enough to do things without assistance. On top of this, she was born in the Philippines to parents that were living really rough times. Her perception of life was very unique, and it was after the relationship died (and after I dated a few other women) that I realized how right she was on certain things.

Amazing woman.

you mean kinda sorta love? first crush? real love as in girlfren?

Your first love as however you interpret it.

Hm, not really my fist "love", I've experienced a number of proximity infatuations, but haven't hit the nail on the head.

Instead, I'll tell you about my first romancer. I was 16...first boyfriend. Technically met when I was set up with him on a blind date for a dance (ok, and we were apparently in the same 1st grade class).

Anyway, first real date: Picks me up for dinner, pulls a red long stem rose out of the back seat. Takes me to a really classy place. Went back to my parent's house to watch a movie (The Whole 9 Yards) which I remember nothing of, because I was super nervous. Before he left, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and we experienced our first super-awk kiss, which we later decided was "moving too fast". Seriously, it was about 3 months before we kissed again.

We dated for a little over a year. Each month on the day he asked me out he'd remember me with flowers. 1 rose for the first month, 2 for the second, 3 for the third... 14 for the 14th month. I don't really appreciate flowers any more unless its a surprise and not one of those "supposed to things". He ruined me. I also don't recall receiving any gifts besides jewelry- and mostly yellow gold (he never noticed I was a white gold or silver girl?!)

Still not sure completely sure why we broke up... he's the only person who's ever broken up with me, bstard :mad:.... jk. We're still good friends to this day. In over a year neither of us ever said I love you- until after we broke up we mutually agreed we love each other as friends. I do adore him as a great friend, but dating him was a ridiculous idea.

Hmmmmmmm........


first crush was a woman in a soccer uni...I think I was 4. (Greeks start early, what can I say?:o)

first girlfriend - I was about 14; I was a long haired misfit, hangin with a very straight jock friend and his gf & her friends. I was the 'weird' friend:notamused: we were walking around on a rainy summer day and wound up cutting through a cemetery of an old colonial church in our town....and I saw two girls coming the other way...both long haired hippie freaks like myself. If you've ever seen that part in The Godfather where Michael's bodyguard in Sicily tells him he's been hit by ''the lightning bolt" when he first sees Apollonia, you'll get an idea of how I felt...absolute weak in the knees, butterflies in the stomach, hair standing up on the back of my neck love at first sight. It took me almost a year but i finally met her and we were inseparable for about 5 years. Our breakup ripped me apart pretty bad for quite a while:cry::rolleyes:

I dated a bunch of people and met some really nice women, but never felt like that again about anyone till I met my wife...it was a little eerie cause she is very similar to my old gf in some ways - but so much better for me in pretty much every way...so the story has a happy ending. Bella!:)

My first girlfriend was in my freshman year of high school. We really were a bit too immature to make any long term commitments, but we did truly care about each other. We lasted about 1.5 years before some other guys started trying to get her attention and I was too meek back then to do much about it. Anyway, life goes on, and we're not really right for each other anyway, but we are friends today.


(he never noticed I was a white gold or silver girl?!)

What's wrong with platinum? :(

Not yet.

Depends. I dont think I met someone I truly sync'd till grad school. Too bad I moved.
First infatuation, jeez, it was 7th grade and this new transplant into town and she was oh so pretty :love: Too bad I moved.

I was 16 years old when we met, and my friends and I all went on a camping trip in vermont at a friends cabin. there were 4 of us, 3 guys and one girl. I was the only one not making a play for her...even though I wanted to. I just wanted her to feel safe. She was the sister of one of my best friends. I told her that I could never be with her and it made her very sad. I watched her date all my friends and watched her become miserable. I swore to protect her and used that as an excuse to stay clear of her. It hurt..alot. truth is..i did end up protecting her... twice.. but thats a different story ;)
I wrote this around the time:
I awaken and open my ancient eyes to gaze around me
I see a reflection of the dark of night
Cold and black
Devoid of light
For mine I would swim a thousand seas
Walk through glass upon my knees
For a thousand lives such as mine
I would not trade even one day’s time
For each and every moments breath I breathe
There lives a chance I failed to seize
A broken man with broken dreams
In a withered land with withered trees
The weeping trees
A faltering breeze through browning leaves
Speaks of brooks and scattered reeds
Down the hill to the lumber mill goes the weeping tree
For mine I wait a thousand years
Hide my fears and drown in tears unending
Minds bending
Bends the weeping tree
Through the mill and turned to fill
To fill the beds of bushes breeds
Another race of weeping trees
For mine I swear a thousand oaths
And to the death would I uphold
Each and every one
The harvest sun
Bakes the weeping tree
I fall to my knees upon the ground
Raise my arms towards the heavens
Battered bruised
Shocked and shaken
And the flames
They engulf me
For mine I would die a thousand deaths
Stand through torture proud and kept
I am the weeping tree

Mine was a skinny country girl with long brown hair. We used to skip school; she would stay home "sick", and I would walk way the hell out to her house in the boonies. Had to cut through the fields to avoid getting busted by the Driver's Ed car. I remember once climbing out her bedroom window as her parents walked in the door. I jumped off the roof and bee-lined it for the cornfield. Thankfully the corn was high at the time.

My only regret in life was breaking up with her. I was not a very smart teen.

huh. He was the person everyone told me not to be with. Rebellious me thought this wild life was fun and that he was really someone else than what people said he was. And he was the one. <shakes head>

and yeah I'll say this.

Several years later, after many break-ups and get back-togethers etc and blah blah and final separation for many years and finally divorce - I started getting letters from him from jail (he did a bad thing) - he started sending letters to me - to my old married name - with HUGE HEARTS AND KISSES ON THE ENVELOPE! - WTH!!! And he wrote how everything will be different and how he had changed (once again) and etc etc - and oh dear lawd - and these letters could be in the form of cards decorated by another inmate (which probably cost him) which could be hand colored with colored pencil or even decorated with some form of sparkles!!! and oh mah goodness!!!

Where the hell did this guy, whom I had not seen nor dated nor even talked with for well over 10 - or even 15 years - I mean that's how long - discover his everlasting desires that I was his soulmate?

This went on for about a year, I wrote his parents once - who never responded (hehe - they never liked me) until I finally did the Dear John letter - which was an odd thing to write to someone who I had not been a partner with for so long and was divorced as well and to tell him that I am glad he's completing all his classes, etc etc, but that NO, I will not try it again for the 23rd time as that was history - tried it, didn't work, don't want to try it anymore and that this must stop --- and based on previous letters - rather worried on how my response would be taken as some of his letters were ... odd.

That was my first love. ugh.

Oh and he's living with the ex-first wife (YAY OH FREAKING YAY!!!), and I think he's now able to move around without ankle bracelet.

:rolleyes: Ahh pick-em!

I'm with artifice...infatuations, even caring about each other, but not quite luuuuuurve.
One guy...had been one of my best friends for four years. Ridiculously good-looking, athlete (cyclist and marathoner) pretty much the most stand-up, all-around decent fellow I have the pleasure of knowing. He was engaged, it didn't work out, I was the crying shoulder. We hooked up, it was good because we were friends, we could talk about it, keep it grounded in reality...had one pretty awesome summer, then he moved away and I moved further away. Now it's only the occasional e-mail. :( He wasn't the one, but damn...he was something.

wow...we're a bunch of mushy muckity mucks on BF!:lol:

I'm eatin it up with a king sized spoon....

I was 17 when I fell in love.

I was strolling up and down the isles of bikes at my LBS when BAM!! I saw here: that blue Trek. There was something special about her. Something made her stand out from the rest. And I knew the instant I saw her, that we would spend the rest of our lives together.

Apparently I'm a late bloomer. I was 18 and in university. We lived on the same floor in residence. I had a crush on him for most of the year before we finally got together. Dated for almost 4 years. Good times - but good times I'm happy to leave in the past.

ahhh...I clicked, I clicked...why.. :cry: :p

Ok...Only one real love, but many infatuations. Fist was Tennis Girl when I was 17. She was fun, but, turns out, kind of abusive. She had a really messed up childhood because her mom was pretty evil. We dated for about 6 months and occasionally hooked up for a few years after that. I heard she's in town, but I haven't seen her around. It was a fun summer but I'm glad it's over.

hmm... I don't think I've ever 'loved', but plenty of crushes :p

ah... she was the daughter of an ARAMCO exec and had dual-citizenship in France and England... she attended an exclusive girls school and i was in all all-boys orphanage...

we were introduced by my sister when i was 15, then dated, had our special thing (she was very gentle with me), and went to the prom... she was then sent to school in the Canary Islands and i never heard from or about her for 25 years until i then learned she had passed away at the age of 43...

i'll never forget her...

What's wrong with platinum? :(hmm that sounds alright. jschen, you sound like a keeper :)

Her name was Nancy, I was 19 she was 23, we stayed together for 4 years.
I still have the bomber jacket she gave me.
Still in love with that woman. Will always be in love with her. Haven't seen her in 12ish years.

I was 16 years old when we met, and my friends and I all went on a camping trip in vermont at a friends cabin. there were 4 of us, 3 guys and one girl. I was the only one not making a play for her...even though I wanted to. I just wanted her to feel safe. She was the sister of one of my best friends. I told her that I could never be with her and it made her very sad. I watched her date all my friends and watched her become miserable. I swore to protect her and used that as an excuse to stay clear of her. It hurt..alot. truth is..i did end up protecting her... twice.. but thats a different story ;)
I wrote this around the time:
I awaken and open my ancient eyes to gaze around me
I see a reflection of the dark of night
Cold and black
Devoid of light
For mine I would swim a thousand seas
Walk through glass upon my knees
For a thousand lives such as mine
I would not trade even one day’s time
For each and every moments breath I breathe
There lives a chance I failed to seize
A broken man with broken dreams
In a withered land with withered trees
The weeping trees
A faltering breeze through browning leaves
Speaks of brooks and scattered reeds
Down the hill to the lumber mill goes the weeping tree
For mine I wait a thousand years
Hide my fears and drown in tears unending
Minds bending
Bends the weeping tree
Through the mill and turned to fill
To fill the beds of bushes breeds
Another race of weeping trees
For mine I swear a thousand oaths
And to the death would I uphold
Each and every one
The harvest sun
Bakes the weeping tree
I fall to my knees upon the ground
Raise my arms towards the heavens
Battered bruised
Shocked and shaken
And the flames
They engulf me
For mine I would die a thousand deaths
Stand through torture proud and kept
I am the weeping tree

That was extremely well-written. You must have been hurting.

I was 6... on 4th grade. Her name was Martha, she was a nerdy girl with thick glases, but real pretty (the girl, not the glases). She never knew why I spent all my reccess staring at her from a distance.

Later in life I realized the dumb ones were easier to catch (harder to mantain tho).

That was extremely well-written. You must have been hurting.

Thankyou...I was
I dont think I felt good about anything for months after that.

Through my teens there were many girls that I thought were love at the time. No, I wasn't a stud. I never said I dated them. :cry:

I met one girl in kindergarten, and remained friends with her until she quit school at 16. I lost track of her for a few years. Through random chance I ran into her again when I was 19, and she was 20. She had gained a lot of weight.

We became lovers, then she got pregnant. My daughter is now almost 17, and her mother and I are divorcing. It's weird to look back at it all now.

My wife has been my only real love, but that relationship needed to end. We both wanted and needed totally different things from life.

We're still friends, and will keep in touch. Hopefully I'll eventually find love #2.

One thing that's wild (esp for those of old enough to remember life without the internet) is that you really can track down most people online in one way or another. Not that you always want to contact people from your past but you know, the world keeps getting smaller and all that good stuff.....

I keep getting emails from one of these classmate/reunion.com sites that a woman (who, from age and location is most likely my ex HS gf) was looking for me...on the other hand they are now adding that a 97 year old male is looking for me too. I should think I'd have remembered that relationship.....

Though I'm not sure it was truly love, at the time I would have sworn I was in love with her. It was the second half of my senior year in high school, and she was my second girlfriend. We knew each other from school; we had a class together and were both in choir, but we never really talked until a basketball game in another town. We sat together the entire evening, and our conversation could have continued all night. She got up to leave and I saw that she was looking at me from the other side of the gymnasium. It's the only time I've experienced the feeling when you know the other person is thinking exactly what you are.

Of course we ended up dating. She was from the country and I was from the city, and we would drive through the cool night in my dad's old pickup truck, her falling asleep next to me on the bench seat, still holding my hand. She would fidget with pens, pencils, and other random objects as though she were nervous to be around me, though I don't doubt I was the more nervous one. We would walk along country roads as the sun set, climb forest ranger towers at night and look out over the city, or sometimes we'd just sit in my truck, her nestled up beside me, and we'd just look at the stars and talk for hours. Everything seemed as perfect as one could ever imagine.

Then, suddenly, she seemed to lose all interest in me. To this day I don't know why and she would never give me a straight answer. I was devastated and remained so for years afterward. Every girl I met after her seemed so inferior that I just knew that finding another I wanted to be with would be pointless. This went on for at least six years. I don't remember exactly when or why, but eventually I got over her. I haven't seen her in years, and last I heard she is now married. I rarely think about her these days, but she still shows up in my dreams every now and then, and that usually haunts me for a day or two afterward. I have not dated anyone since then and quite frankly, I'm not sure I have any desire to. The difference is, now it doesn't upset me.

It was third grade for me. As true love as it could get. We were everything together and then she moved away and she was so upset she dealt with it like she never knew who I was (I guess it made sense for 8 years old).

Then there was a dry spell until post-college...

Great thread Siu.:) I just saw my first love at our 25th high school reunion. We had dated all senior year through our freshman year in college. Going to different colleges pretty much doomed the relationship and although we saw each other on occasion through our mid-twenties I hadn’t seen her for twenty years before the reunion. I have to say I was floored at the feelings that started coming back at seeing her, especially considering we’ve both been living different lives (married, kids, divorced, etc.) in the years in between. I guess some fires never go out. They just fade a bit waiting for that next time......

Great thread Siu.:) I just saw my first love at our 25th high school reunion. We had dated all senior year through our freshman year in college. Going to different colleges pretty much doomed the relationship and although we saw each other on occasion through our mid-twenties I hadn’t seen her for twenty years before the reunion. I have to say I was floored at the feelings that started coming back at seeing her, especially considering we’ve both been living different lives (married, kids, divorced, etc.) in the years in between. I guess some fires never go out. They just fade a bit waiting for that next time......

I know exactly how you feel.

I know exactly how you feel.

:beer:

Looks like folks are posting a not love/love paradigm. Here's mine.

Not love. I met her in 8th grade...really liked her a lot, was infatuated with her from day one. We were friends and kind of dated on and off until freshman year of college. I remember putting it out on the line and telling her I wanted to be with her, and her relegating me to the friendship tip. She called me one night and told me that she thought another guy got her pregnant. Told her that I wanted to be with her, that I'd marry her and be there for her (yeah, no need to point out my stupidity). She said she just wanted/needed my friendship. Told her I had enough "friends" and to never contact me again. Attempted to burn that bridge finally and obtain closure, as I had attempted in the past. Subsequently, I got a call from my college roomate, he said that she was at the door, she had driven up from Mankato to Minneapolis w/ a friend late at night, what did I want him to do? I went down and saw her, tore me up inside, she wanted me to give her a hug, told her not to touch me, told her to leave and that her trip was a waste of gas, that I had nothing left to give her. I am thankful she didn't take me up on the offer. Damn, this is so emo. I must be channelling UA, or something. *shrug*

Love: I first met my wife in 1998, and remember vividly how pretty her eyes were, such beautiful hair, a wonderful smile, a smooth voice, smart, down to earth...how there was a fundamental goodness and kindness in her, a curiousity, and a thirst for justice & knowledge. She is smart, funny, and shares her joys and her pain w/ me. She has strengths and experience that she uses to help me, and she is strong enough to ask me for what I am good at and understand when she needs my help. I remember telling her that wherever you are, I am home, and wherever you go, I want to be. Couldn't see living without her, almost died w/ her a few times during our adventuring together, lived through a lot w/ her, fought many battles w/ her by my side, and supported her during her struggles. Marrying her in 2002 was one of the happiest days in my life, and living and experiencing life with her is nothing short of an adventure. I have to pinch myself to remind me that I am with my best friend. Hanging out w/ her playing Scrabble while she labored for 22 hours...she is one of the strongest people I know. I love and admire her so much.

Haven't seen the OP post her story yet. What gives SBW? :)

Love: I first met my wife in 1998, and remember vividly how pretty her eyes were, such beautiful hair, a wonderful smile, a smooth voice, smart, down to earth...how there was a fundamental goodness and kindness in her, a curiousity, and a thirst for justice & knowledge. She is smart, funny, and shares her joys and her pain w/ me. She has strengths and experience that she uses to help me, and she is strong enough to ask me for what I am good at and understand when she needs my help. I remember telling her that wherever you are, I am home, and wherever you go, I want to be. Couldn't see living without her, almost died w/ her a few times during our adventuring together, lived through a lot w/ her, fought many battles w/ her by my side, and supported her during her struggles. Marrying her in 2002 was one of the happiest days in my life, and living and experiencing life with her is nothing short of an adventure. I have to pinch myself to remind me that I am with my best friend. Hanging out w/ her playing Scrabble while she labored for 22 hours...she is one of the strongest people I know. I love and admire her so much.

Simply beautiful. Congratulations.