or people that you've dated (that you loved)?
yay story time. i wanna be loved
or people that you've dated (that you loved)?
yay story time. i wanna be loved
I dont believe in love. I mean look at it 53 percent of marriages end in divorce.And i would guess those who stay married are misserable
She kissed me at the lunch table in first grade.
It was pretty fantastic. Everyone saw; everyone was jealous.
i only had one love. he won't be coming back he stopped being attracted to me.
R u a dude or a dudeeetee?
imma sweet laday
O well then ill give you my real advice..Id try to meet guys at places people do things that you enjoy.I wouldn't do the bar thing.
My first love liked to sleep around.
Thanks for bringing up such a painful memory.
"It's the 41. If you don't have cool stuff, you suck. If you have cool stuff, you still suck" - Velo Gator
"The 41 reminds me more of the big brawl scene near the end of Blazing Saddles." - mprelaw
I was in the 1st grade.
Her name was Sonya.
She had blond hair and green eyes.
We both knew it was a doomed affair but somehow that made it all the more delicious.
You can further the brotherhood of man by eliminating class.
You can lift the wage earner up by equalizing earnings.
You can bring about prosperity by overturning the holders of power.
You can strengthen the weak by eating the the strong.
You can help the poor by destroying the rich.
Ms Petty my first grade teacher. This was the 70's and short skirts was the norm!
"This is a world you will never understand...and you always fear what you don't understand."- Carmine Falcone
Well, my first real love has been my best friend for over 20 years and my wife for over 17. We are extremely happy, maybe even moreso than when we first married.
What else would you like to know.
Dangit, I almost only post in Foo, so my post count is abysmal.
awh that is sweet. i'll never somethang like that
A couple of days after arriving in California, I was in the kitchen of a Unitarian church before a youth group meeting. Then she walked in the door. Tall, cute, long dark hair.
We got to know each other better that summer, with church events like camping trips, playing our guitars together, and a trip to Hollywood to see Hair. But I had to go back to my Mom's at the end of Summer.
After a couple of years things had changed. My Mom moved to California and I went to live with my Dad. We got back together, and then Thanksgiving night, after dinner at the SS Princess Louise, we went outside and began kissing.
We were an item for several years, going to Disneyland together instead of my High School prom. But it wound down to just friendship. She was the minister at my wedding. But the friendship has remained for over 40 years.
Never say never.
Some years ago, dear Alphabet Girl, I started a new job in a new town, so I went out to a bar to check out the night life. I spied a tall blonde sitting at the Ms. Pac-Man game, and I had enough beer in me to introduce myself. We make conversation, we get a bite to eat, we exchange phone numbers.
A couple days later, she calls me and invites me out for a bike ride. We hit it off pretty well.
Long story short: last week we had our 20th wedding anniversary. It hasn't been all chocolate and kittens, but it's been pretty good.
From your previous postings, I think your ex is better off staying your ex. Try to find something else to occupy your time instead of finding "the one". It's been my experience that serendipity often delivers better results.
BTW: here's our new kittens: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?...3&l=5588c0c302
In 3rd grade, I fell in love with my sister's best friend. I know it would seem like puppy love, but I think we were seriously in love. And we did things that 3rd graders should not have been doing. A friend of ours was jealous and broke us up.
Then there was the girl in 4th grade after 3rd grade girl moved away.
Then there was my 7th grade math teacher. I told my dad she was a hottie, and he told her what I said during a parent-teacher conference, right in front of me.
Then there was a dry spell until I was 23.
Oh, I was only supposed to talk about my first love, ooops.
I met this girl at a fraternity party and was crushin' on her. Here's a picture I took when we were dating.
Our 28th wedding anniversary is in two weeks.
Yes. First love.
I guess my first serious girlfriend ended up being my wife. Before her there was this girl in high school that I went out with a couple of times (apparently we were "seeing each other", but not "going out", whatever that means other than that made it kosher for her to tell my best friend to tell me she found someone new because it wasn't really breaking up with me since we weren't actually "going out"), a girl I apparently dated for a couple of months in college (but she wasn't a serious relationship either, because I didn't know we were dating until the next semester when someone told me she was mad at me for blowing her off and not calling her after we'd been dating for so long - I just called that going home for Christmas, but, since I didn't whatever), and then there was the girl I went out with once, then she invited herself over to my house to watch some TV and pulled the "I'm too tired to go home" routine. Finally, I met the love of my life, the first girl I ever kissed, who ended up becoming my wife.
Ha, reminds me of college when I went to two concerts with a girl because it was required for class and she didn't have a car. I thought it was very clear that it was just for class. After the second concert, she broke up with me, saying that "I just got out of a long relationship before coming to college; I am not ready for another one." I was like, "uhhh...we were just going to required concerts and you don't have a car, so....um, what?" One of the weirdest moments of my life. (I still talk to her on Facebook now and then and she's even 10 times weirder now.)
Then I went out on the town with a friend and started talking about these hot girls and how I was too shy to talk to them. The friend I was with (male) started acting weird. Well, I found out later that he thought it was a date! I happened to be friends with his roommate, who was gay, and apparently our friend was setting us up together. I was like, "uh....what?" I felt bad for him, though, because he was apparently really, really into me. Oh, well.
The girl I didn't know I was dating, one friday/saturday night, we went out for coffee together (something that happened every other week or so the two of us would just go out for coffee and chat for a couple of hours or we went to the movies with another of our friends and either the girl he was trying to date or the girl who was trying to date him - you'd have thought I'd catch on that this was date-like activity, but I thought we were just friends), and she told me that she could never be with me because I wasn't ****ed up enough for her. Her previous boyfriend had been my roommate from the previous year who was a paranoid schizophrenic who only bathed once a week in a 3-5 hour marathon shower, and the two before that were now a couple together (and she was the one who was dating them when they'd decided they were gay).
Me, being at least partly on the way to Aspbergers, took her at her word and kept hanging out with her because she was cool even though I knew we could never be in a long term relationship because she was a smoker and cigarette smoke makes me ill and our values and what we wanted out of life were so different.
But she was fun and so I kept hanging out with her. And then there was one instance of keys being hidden on someone's person that led to a tickle-fight that was kind of grab-ass-y, but then the semester ended and I went home for Christmas and came back the next semester with a 25 hour course load, a part time job and my grandma died in the first month or so of the Spring semester so I wasn't around much.
Me, again somewhere on the spectrum toward Aspberger's, didn't even realize that when I was around she was distant or not there until right at the end of that semester when a different girl we were hanging out with told me that she was pissed at me for dating her, leading her on that things were going to get physical and then blowing her off. Then my mom got brain cancer, and by the time I got my **** squared away to go try to clear the air and make things right between us, the semester ended and she dropped out and didn't come back in the fall.
I don't think I was the reason she dropped out, but I always felt bad that I'd hurt her (unintentionally) and never had the chance to apologize. So yeah, dudes suck, even if it's because they're oblivious and don't realize what's going on/what they're doing. Sorry you're feeling down alphabet girl.