Who was your first love?

Mine was a guy named Mike when I was in high school. He wanted to be a forest ranger, and I wanted to live in a cabin on a mountain top that was densely forested, and where the snow would keep us from leaving during the winter. Kind of like a pioneer. We moved to another state, and that was that.
 

The first girl I professed my love to was junior year of highschool, we dated for three years.

Funny story. She contacted me on Facebook after 25 years of not seeing each other, both of us were divorced so we met up a few times. She was still very pretty but man she was dumb as a rock! I guess back then we didn't spend much time using our words.😈
 
I had my eye on the guy who sat in front of me in 11th grade geometry class.

Unfortunately, he had his eye on the girl in front of him.

Fortunately for me, she had her eye on another guy (who she later married) and my heartthrob turned to me for consolation.

We dated through 11th grade, but parted as friends in the summer. He's still one of my best friends. Your first love keeps a little bit of your heart.
 

I was 16. Except for a date on Senior Prom night, I wasn't allowed to date until after high school, but I was crazy about Don. (Waves @hollydolly) Don with the sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and killer smile. He'd flash me that grin and my heart would go ... pitter pat. 💓 We were able to hang out together because we were involved in mutual activities at school. Outside of school, we did things as a group, there were six of us. We went out for burgers, to drive-ins, (no funny business, lol), and got together at each other's homes to play Pinnacle. After graduation, we saw each other during the summer but other than doing fun stuff like going to concerts, movies, and playing cards, nothing became of it. So, my attention was diverted, one night that summer, when I went to a party with my girlfriend and met someone else. C'est la vie.

Ruby ✌️
 
She lived on the next farm over. Patsy Harrington - or Harrison. Or Flanagan. (sorry, Patsy)

Anyway, she let me fondle her upper torso when I was 14. She was 16 (!!). From across a pasture, she watched me and my brother crawl into an earth fort we'd dug out a year before, and when she saw my brother leave, she rode her bike up to it and crawled in. When she heard my brother coming back, she left...suddenly. He saw her leave and crawled into the fort with a big knowing grin on his face, and after a minute of silence he said, "So. Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

I didn't leave out a single detail.
 
My first love was in high school. I was 15 he was 17, we went to the same school, and he lived a few houses away from me. We both worked after school, but always found time to see each other for a few minutes after work. After almost 2 years we never went beyond hand holding or a kiss on the cheek. He said he respected me too much to "try anything." He was very artsy, and we spent a lot of free time in the Greenwich Village coffee houses listening to poetry. Or reading to each other from books. One Saturday afternoon he came to my house to tell me he was moving away. He was moving in with a local radio personality. He told me he was gay and had hoped he could change while being with me.
 
First real love ?.......my first wife.

First puppy love ?.......there was a cute little redheaded girl that sat in front of me in about the third or fourth grade and I kept messing with her ponytail, she finally got fed up and turned around and stabbed me in the arm with a pencil.

I've been deathly afraid of redheaded women ever since the incident and have a severe case of.......

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My first love was a girl named Jeannette in High School. I was 16 and she was 15 when we met. We were together for 3 years. Although we were soul mates, I broke it off because I tended to sabotage relationships due to my sexual orientation. I came out as gay in college several years later. I have been with my partner for over 30 years, but Jeannette and I still keep in touch. He is aware and has no issue with it.

She is now married with two beautiful kids. We went to our 20 year reunion together and had a great time. I still send her old music videos via Facebook. "Skylark" was our special song, and the lead singer just passed away. We are planning a Zoom call to catch up this month. If I'd been straight, she would have been "the one".
 
In the kindergarten and First grade I attended in Cupertino, California, most of the other 5 year old boys at recess ran out to the grassy athletic field to play various team ball games. I and another boy hung out at the swing sets where our class's little girls would let us be the pushers for the swing sets. Though shy, I loved all those girls as even in my growing earth monkey male creature mind they were so cuddly cute and soft. Have always loved like something innate at the core of my being, the complementary female human creature body form especially pretty female faces. Sometimes would dream at night about riding bareback magic flying horses with them.
 
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In the kindergarten and First grade I attended in Cupertino, California, most of the other 5 year old boys at recess ran out to the grassy athletic field to play various team ball games. I and another boy hung out at the swing sets where our class's little girls would let us be the pushers for the swing sets. Though shy, I loved all those girls as even in my growing earth monkey male creature mind they were so cuddly cute and soft. Have always loved like something innate at the core of my being, the complementary female human creature body form especially pretty female faces. Sometimes would dream at night about riding bareback magic flying horses with them.
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do you write poetry David? because, you definitely should. very very creative language...
 
Barbara. We were together for almost four years. Her dad liked me, but I think it was mostly because he was aware that my family had money. Her mom liked me at first, but it wasn’t long before I could tell she could take me or leave me. When I entered ninth grade, I got mixed up with the wrong crowd and got into some trouble with the law. The next thing I knew, my dad put me into military school. I think he cut a deal with the judge, but I don’t know that for certain. Going to military school probably saved me from a different life than what I had. My dad was a lifer in the Army, so

Barbara and I still stayed together and whenever I would have a weekend home visit, I spent most of it with her. After school, I went onto college and she broke it off with me. She said that she wanted to get married now and have her children at a young age. I wasn’t ready for that yet. Life sure can change in a hurry.
 
I don't know how to answer this. The first time, I ever felt the actual fireworks was with Rita, but I had much to do ahead in my life, and she just wouldn't fit in. She was married twice last I heard, but this is from an old friend who ran into her one time in some distant place. I wish her the best. Then there were a few others, none that panned out for one reason or another, and a couple of them were of the "What was I thinking?" type of relationship. But I have fond memories of each one, some of whom have departed this Earth. Those were always sad to hear about, but I guess that happens in this stage of our lives.
 
My first love was Larry. I'd see him in the hallways at school. I was 15 and he hadn't noticed me, or so I thought. I let one of my cousins know I liked him and was stressing because he didn't notice me. She said just be patient. A couple of weeks later, we wound up "going together" as we used to term it. He was my steady boyfriend for 3 years. Then we were on again, off again for awhile. His sister became one of my best friends during that time and their mother and grandmother were like a second mother and grandmother to me. May Larry, his mom and grandmother Rest in Paradise.
 
If we're going to talk about "unrequited" love, AKA "unattainable crush", that would have to be my longing for Ray in the 8th grade. He was gorgeous. Golden wavy hair, falling artfully over his forehead, his "James Dean" manner, tall, handsome, just a hint of "bad boy" about him. Forbidden fruit, y'know.

We all attended the Friday night junior high dances at the Y and my dream was that one night he'd cross the gym to my gaggle of giggling girls, hold his hand out silently to me, golden hair glistening in the disco ball light (his hair, not mine of course.....mine looked like a Brillo pad) and lead me onto the floor, much to the envy of every other female there, including the chaperones. Just then, Paul Anka's "Put Your Head on My Shoulder " would start playing and it would be "our song" forever after. We'd dance to it at our 50th wedding anniversary......

In real life, I would probably have fainted on the spot or wet my knickers. In real life, he probably wouldn't have tossed his Coca-Cola in my direction if I was on fire. In real life, he didn't see me when he walked down the hall.

A girl can dream, can't she?
 
my first love was my first wife. Started dating when I was a sophomore in High School, married as soon as she graduated, had 2 lovely kids, and were married until she passed away in her mid 50s.

Several weeks ago marked 20 years since her passing. It still hurts.
 
My first love was an extremely one-sided affair when I was about 14; she didn’t know I existed, and I worshipped her from afar. To have a girlfriend back then in my part of NJ, you had to be cool, hip, athletic, and built like a Greek god. Smart nerdy boys with acne didn’t make it…we still don’t! Her name was “Bonnie,” and true to her name she was pretty…ah yes, the throes of unrequited love! 💕😸
 

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