30 day meme entry the 2nd, 'your first love'
I'm certain now that my first love would actually fall into the catergory of first attempt at getting to know you.
Getting to know you, getting to know all about you - is just that. You can say your a couple, or in a relationship; but the first month is generally make or break and getting to know you can lead to wanting to leave you.
Thus my first boyfriend enters the fold. I've had to think about it as well, since who that is is a distant memory.
Damien was 16 and in grade 12, and I was 13, about to turn 14, and full of hope and a little awed by Damo. He was a drummer, and also a small plane pilot. We met at a friends house, where I confidently took his hand and led him to the deck for a smoke.
We didn't see each other much, what with school and work commitments and needing permission to go over to his place to watch movies. I remember when I said I love you though. We were lying on a single mattress outside in his yard and the moment just felt electric. Too bad we weren't very electric after that.
He wasn't much of a talker, was more interested in doing fuck all than really accomplishing anything and obsessed with trying to get me to sleep with him.
I remember that is how it ended really. I said I'd be right back, and instead sat outside talking to a friend until he got up and came out to find me. That was when he broke up with me. Probably not even 3 months in. I was a bit upset, since he did it over the phone and I've only seen him twice since we broke up, and it wasn't shockingly recently.
I'm glad I kept my virginity then and waited for the next guy. But that's a different question topic, isn't it.
Getting to know you, getting to know all about you - is just that. You can say your a couple, or in a relationship; but the first month is generally make or break and getting to know you can lead to wanting to leave you.
Thus my first boyfriend enters the fold. I've had to think about it as well, since who that is is a distant memory.
Damien was 16 and in grade 12, and I was 13, about to turn 14, and full of hope and a little awed by Damo. He was a drummer, and also a small plane pilot. We met at a friends house, where I confidently took his hand and led him to the deck for a smoke.
We didn't see each other much, what with school and work commitments and needing permission to go over to his place to watch movies. I remember when I said I love you though. We were lying on a single mattress outside in his yard and the moment just felt electric. Too bad we weren't very electric after that.
He wasn't much of a talker, was more interested in doing fuck all than really accomplishing anything and obsessed with trying to get me to sleep with him.
I remember that is how it ended really. I said I'd be right back, and instead sat outside talking to a friend until he got up and came out to find me. That was when he broke up with me. Probably not even 3 months in. I was a bit upset, since he did it over the phone and I've only seen him twice since we broke up, and it wasn't shockingly recently.
I'm glad I kept my virginity then and waited for the next guy. But that's a different question topic, isn't it.