Which Teenage Girlfriends or Boyfriends do you Remember most?

I'm going to be honest, I didn't really want to open this thread. In the madness of adulthood, and the years that have passed, This is a topic that would tear at my heart. I guess I have a vulnerability, and I don't even want to go there. Isn't life strange?
 
This one tore my heart up, but it was a dream come true. The prettiest girl and one of the most popular in 11th grade invited me to see her one Saturday. We sat on her coach talking for about 5 minutes and then she kissed me. Not just a little peck, this was full contact, tongue dancing stuff. She smelled like ripe peaches, and we practiced this act for a good hour or so. I had never been kissed that way, that long, and with a totally dreamy girl.

I floated home, and was sick with love. On Monday I was looking for her at school, and then saw her. She was walking with her boyfriend. and didn't even acknowledge me. My heart fell to the ground. It was a tough one to get used to. But I can remember how wonderful it felt being in loves/lusts embrace. :)
 

hollydolly said:
Yes I know Pinks, and especially as this thug was from a big family of thugs who were in and out of prison all the time .. but that's what he got.. and that wasn't the end of the story either.. but I'll refrain from taking this thread off topic
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I am interested in hearing the rest of the story. So please continue. It is on topic since it is explaining why you remember him. :)
 
hollydolly said:
I had quite a few boyfriends as a teen... but the one that sticks in my mind is the one who got stabbed in the back as he was saying goodnight to me as we waited for my bus home... !:eek:
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Poor Holly, what a terrible experience for the both of you. Unfortunately, the law is an ass, and I really don't understand how the judges hand out
such light sentences for such a grave act.
 
I went with a girl from 8th grade through 11th grade. Beautiful girl and in my opinion, she was in the top 3 prettiest girls in our class. One big problem was her mother. She didn’t hate me, but she told Barbara that she could barely tolerate me.

I thought I had the right to know why she didn’t like me, so I asked her. She said she didn’t want to start anything, so no, she wouldn’t tell me, but her dad did. He told me that the reason Barbara’s mother doesn’t like you is because she says you’re too choosy. I asked “Too choosy about what?” He said “Everything.” I had no answer for that at the time. To this day, I still can’t figure out what she meant.
 
I was a senior in high school. We lived in a small New Hampshire town. Children from 7 different towns took the bus to our new school. My brother and I went to the same grade all through school. I wanted to exercise my independence. I asked the bus driver for permission to sit in the back of the bus. We were arranged alphabetically. I was interested in a girl whose last name began with a "W." We sat together frequently, and had some very nice talks. Yes, I had a crush on her.

That crush lasted many years, through high school, college, the Army, etc. Over the years, I passed by her house but was too shy to stop in. Then, one day, I asked a lady friend to drive me to her house. She wasn't home. We talked to her mother for awhile.

Awhile later I was sitting in the window seat of the lady friend's house. We looked over a corner of downtown Concord, NH which was a hangout for all us young folk. There was a knock on the door. There she was, a vision of loveliness, in my life once again. We chatted for awhile, then I offered to take her to my own humble one room apartment down the street.

I was 21. She was "my first romantic experience." I never saw her again.
 
Oh gosh, the first one, at 15, I would sit at the end of the school drive where the bus left just for the chance to wave and smile at him. At 15, neither of us could drive, he lived on one side of town and I the other. Patience is what we did have, one by one our friends could drive. Then we could see one another out of school hours. The attraction never stopped.

At 16 he gave me a promise ring, at 18 we were engaged, we were married at 20. One boyfriend was all, but it was the right one. We were married 31 years and one month until his death from cancer. I regret none of it. I loved his family and they loved me. We had a beautiful son, we wanted more but it was not to be.

It is with God's grace I look back and realize what a miracle it was, Many never have the chance to build a life with the person that was just perfect for us.
 
I have never forgotten my high school girlfriend. I was 16 and she was 15 at the time we met. She actually pursued me. She and one of her friends would drive by my house on weekends. She would tell me in school "I saw you washing your car on Saturday". We started dating and she would ride her bicycle over 20 miles to visit me. She was my "first". ;)

We went out for 3 years until a new girl joined our class and I sabotaged our relationship by pursuing her. This new girl and I didn't last, but my girlfriend got back at me big time by dating a military guy and still acting like we were together by being affectionate in class. Meanwhile, she was steady with someone else. I was crushed throughout my entire senior year. (She split up with the military guy a couple of years later.)

3 years later I came out as gay and she knew but we still went to our 20th year high school reunion together in the 90s. We had a blast. We still shared so much in common. We are in touch through Facebook to this day. We PM each other and send each other songs that we shared. We're both happily married now.

This is our yearbook picture.

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I went out with probably over a dozen different girls in HS. Only 4 or 5 I would really call “girlfriend”. One of them was an on and off thing all the way until I was a senior in college, but it finally fizzled out before I graduated. Something always happened, either they got attracted to someone else or I did.
 
Blessed said:
Oh gosh, the first one, at 15, I would sit at the end of the school drive where the bus left just for the chance to wave and smile at him. At 15, neither of us could drive, he lived on one side of town and I the other. Patience is what we did have, one by one our friends could drive. Then we could see one another out of school hours. The attraction never stopped.

At 16 he gave me a promise ring, at 18 we were engaged, we were married at 20. One boyfriend was all, but it was the right one. We were married 31 years and one month until his death from cancer. I regret none of it. I loved his family and they loved me. We had a beautiful son, we wanted more but it was not to be.

It is with God's grace I look back and realize what a miracle it was, Many never have the chance to build a life with the person that was just perfect for us.
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Reminds me of the film Ghost and the profound indestructible love that the couple expressed towards one another.

 
I remember my girlfriend thru high school. But most of all I remember her family. Her Mom and Dad.
I don't remember my own family, they had their own problems, but I remember them and how they embraced me in their family. I suspect that my attachment was more about her family than her. They taught me about life, caring and taking care of your own. Remember to this day and forever grateful for what they did.
 
rbtvgo said:
I remember my girlfriend thru high school. But most of all I remember her family. Her Mom and Dad.
I don't remember my own family, they had their own problems, but I remember them and how they embraced me in their family. I suspect that my attachment was more about her family than her. They taught me about life, caring and taking care of your own. Remember to this day and forever grateful for what they did.
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That reminds me of my African American friend named Woodrow. He lacked a family of his own and attached himself to our family. He became like a brother. Only now do I realize just how important our family had been to him and how much of a true friend and brother he had been.
 
The only ones I really remember are the ones I went with to proms and the military balls, and the one I went with to a military ball at the University of Minnesota when I was a junior in high school and he was a freshman at UM. We met when I was in 7th grade and he was in 9th. Unforgettable. We were married when I was 48 and he was 50 ☺️
 

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