First loves

[ms_ann_thrope]

It's looking like first loves routinely get pushed aside.

 

[Erochic]

Well I met up with my first love 10 years later, stayed with him and we got drunk and fell into bed.

I don't think it was really what either of us had hoped it would be which was a shame.

 

[Sunshine]

And he sent me 10,000. a few years ago because I was in his will but he thought I might need the money now.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Well I met up with my first love 10 years later, stayed with him and we got drunk and fell into bed.

I don't think it was really what either of us had hoped it would be which was a shame.

I assume you didn't meet in kindergarten.

 

[girlsmiley]

I wonder how many people end up with their first loves. Would guess very few. Do you keep track of them, just in case?

Mine is dead...so that ship has sailed.

That's a shame.

First love. Hmm. It wasn't really until after I left my fiancé. I was 18, he was 21. We got engaged, bought a farm, started a business. I loved him, but I wasn't in love with him. So that ended. I'm really glad it ended because God he is still a dickface. We keep in touch. Good friend, nightmare partner.

 

[Super-Surprise]

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[cleaver]

we were very pretty kids
tossed together by the tipsy clumsy parents and tipsy clumsy neighbors
who had tipsy clumsy parties
and tipsy clumsy swaps
and her momma
who wasn't really her momma
and her shrink of a dad
who wasn't really her dad...
but they were
on paper
and she knew
before they knew she knew\
and she shared it with me....

and she let me wear her boots
which made me tingle
and i let her wear my cape
which made her giggle

and together,
we let us compare our different body parts
and kiss
and share each other's stories
and make up parents who were ours...
and to love them more than we did ours
and to kiss and more than kiss
and know things more than we knew them...

i helped to bury her
when she was 17...
i helped with her burial
and helped to bury
the bastard we had known since we were unknowing
...

some fucking shrink!

...

i think of dear lee almost every day...
we were pretty kids
and pretty together
and more than pretty together,
when the tipsy clumsy neighbors
were not keeping score
and her tipsy clumsy not mom mom
was banging all the loose hipped daddies
and her tipsy clumsy shrink unshrunken not dad dad
pretended to like the free flow flow

she stole one of his 4th button medallions
and awarded it to me
and we kissed
and hugged
and we tasted each other
and understood
more than...
any of the tipsy clumsies
could ever lie to us about...

because we knew.

still...
her cuckold not dad dad shrunk into a helldom
and i had to be there
after the then.

he died in the joint.
some joint that nobody visited
and her not mom mom grew old and fat and alcoholic
and called me often
and wanted to...

know me.

i dearly loved her daughter, who wasn't
and cherish us almost every day.

not them...
or any of them...

or even mine in it...

rip lee

 

[Erochic]

I assume you didn't meet in kindergarten.

No

Actually my kindergarten first love got killed by a car crossing the road... But that's just too sad to think about

This first love... Was the first love/infatuation/ sexual awakening... But not taking it too far... When I was 13

 

[Ishmael]

First loves, last loves. They're all missed.

Memories of what 'might have been.'

Sweet Dreams


Change the role model around as suits your gender/taste but there is no super Mom, whore in bed, lady in public, perfect partner in private times out there. They don't exist. We're human, with all the flaws that definition brings with it.

Compatibility and stress free living are the keys to success and long life. Lust comes and goes, but life go's on. Don't let Madison Ave. define your life and what makes you happy.

Ishmael

 

[Porkwarrior]

It's looking like first loves routinely get pushed aside.

We only what we never, or can't, have.

I have two first loves (fuck y'all, I'm allowed to be contradictional in my own post!)

The high school crush that never happened. The only time I have been red mist jealous was watching her get finger banged in a bowling alley/weekend all ages teenager hangout. She was your typical suburbanite teenager, but with a little something extra that was half innocence & half fuck the world.
For one silly reason or another we never got together, but always seemed to hang out at the same places and always got along. She's my "what if" torch.

My second "First Love" was the first girl I ever met that was an even bigger freak than me. We ended up having a decade long FWB symbiotic relationship that fed all of our bad habits. But damn at the time it just felt so good.

Damn Facebook, I had been in contact with both a bit last year, they're both now married with two kids. They both wanted to meet & reconnect, but my gut told me to pass.

Sometimes it's just easier when they're dead.

Well that's my nostalgia trip for the evening, and it's better than the GB deserves.

 

[KapitalK]

I was already in a relationship when I met her. We had a torrid love affair for several months 'til I was given the proverbial ‘me or her’ ultimatum.....I still question my decision to this day, 20 years removed.




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[Not Normal]

My first true love and I broke up on her 21st birthday. I haven't seen her in years and often wondered what had happened. I knew she got married, and "found religion." I found her on Twitter recently and she has 2 kids, and works at a church and apparently has some type of brain surgery last year. I tweeted "remember me" to her. A few weeks later she favorited the tweet, but never responded. I'm glad she's happy. Our lives are COMPLETELY different and I'm sure if we'd have been married it would have ended or I would be miserable, and she may have been too.

 

[needtoexpress]

Oh Oh Oh got married to my first love, but had to go to hell and back to be with him. It just worked out in the end, even if it meant pissing off every single person in my family to be with him.

My first love was when I was in college, so I think that might be why we survived...

 

[Mrtenant]

did not end up with her, thank God, she turned into a faithless, whining, sneak, have no clue what happened to her, nor do I want to, though? might be good for a BJ,