Day two.
Your first love, in great detail
Oh dear. Dangerous territory. My fella is quite possessive. Not possessive enough to NOT post pictures of me topless on the internet apparently but possessive enough that I am already anticipating the looks this entry is going to earn me.
But yes, once upon a time there was a point in my life that I wasn’t with my darling boy and instead spent my days dreaming of pigtails and taken up school skirts past the regulation 18 inches and over sweet perfumes of Impulse or Charlie Girl.
My first love was a girl called Marigold Basset, she was in the year above me and went to Foxwoods, which was the girls school we were paired with. She had reddish brown hair and chestnut eyes and far too many freckles. She wore red Mary Janes, and she was good at art, and she drew me for her third year exam.
After a few weeks of her sketching me I worked up the courage to ask her out, and to my surprise she said yes. I took her bowling, because Aidan caused such a fuss over the idea I might take her to the cinema, and she beat me, I bought chips, she bought soda, She liked comics, and her favorite character was the Silver Surfer. I walked her home and got scared to kiss her so she kissed me first, and told me I was weird. I asked if I could see her again and she told me I would on Monday, and to stop being an idiot.
For the first time the trees were full of starlight.
We went out for a few weeks, maybe three, before she told me she didn’t want to be my girlfriend any more, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be anyone’s girlfriend. ‘fourteen 14, Peter, we shouldn’t be holding hands we should be pushing each other down in the mud.”
She was the first love and last girl not to break my heart when she left. We still saw each other sometimes, and she gave me a dance at my formal, and four years after high school I ran into her on Carnaby street, with her lovely partner, Anna Louise. She’s a vet, now. In fact, she’s not just any vet- she’s my vet, for the terrible two and Shambles.
Funny how small London is, eh?
Then there was Amy, then Kelly then Stacy then Melissa then Katy, and Bethany and Carly and Emma and Page, and Jenny and Lucy and Natalie, Francis and Lily, Veronica, Sarah and Mitzi and Daisy. Those are all the girls I loved.
But it doesn’t matter, because none of them can hold a candle to the one who loved me back.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself, in great detail
Day 02 - Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 - Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 - What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 - Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 - Your day, in great detail
Day 07 - Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 - A moment, in great detail
Day 09 - Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 - What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 - Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 - What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 - This week, in great detail
Day 14 - What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 - Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 - Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 - Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 - Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 - This month, in great detail
Day 21 - Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 - Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 - A first, in great detail
Day 26 - Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 - Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 - Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 - Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 - One last moment, in great detail
Oh dear. Dangerous territory. My fella is quite possessive. Not possessive enough to NOT post pictures of me topless on the internet apparently but possessive enough that I am already anticipating the looks this entry is going to earn me.
But yes, once upon a time there was a point in my life that I wasn’t with my darling boy and instead spent my days dreaming of pigtails and taken up school skirts past the regulation 18 inches and over sweet perfumes of Impulse or Charlie Girl.
My first love was a girl called Marigold Basset, she was in the year above me and went to Foxwoods, which was the girls school we were paired with. She had reddish brown hair and chestnut eyes and far too many freckles. She wore red Mary Janes, and she was good at art, and she drew me for her third year exam.
After a few weeks of her sketching me I worked up the courage to ask her out, and to my surprise she said yes. I took her bowling, because Aidan caused such a fuss over the idea I might take her to the cinema, and she beat me, I bought chips, she bought soda, She liked comics, and her favorite character was the Silver Surfer. I walked her home and got scared to kiss her so she kissed me first, and told me I was weird. I asked if I could see her again and she told me I would on Monday, and to stop being an idiot.
For the first time the trees were full of starlight.
We went out for a few weeks, maybe three, before she told me she didn’t want to be my girlfriend any more, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be anyone’s girlfriend. ‘fourteen 14, Peter, we shouldn’t be holding hands we should be pushing each other down in the mud.”
She was the first love and last girl not to break my heart when she left. We still saw each other sometimes, and she gave me a dance at my formal, and four years after high school I ran into her on Carnaby street, with her lovely partner, Anna Louise. She’s a vet, now. In fact, she’s not just any vet- she’s my vet, for the terrible two and Shambles.
Funny how small London is, eh?
Then there was Amy, then Kelly then Stacy then Melissa then Katy, and Bethany and Carly and Emma and Page, and Jenny and Lucy and Natalie, Francis and Lily, Veronica, Sarah and Mitzi and Daisy. Those are all the girls I loved.
But it doesn’t matter, because none of them can hold a candle to the one who loved me back.
Day 01 - Introduce yourself, in great detail
Day 02 - Your first love, in great detail
Day 03 - Your parents, in great detail
Day 04 - What you ate today, in great detail
Day 05 - Your definition of love, in great detail
Day 06 - Your day, in great detail
Day 07 - Your best friend, in great detail
Day 08 - A moment, in great detail
Day 09 - Your beliefs, in great detail
Day 10 - What you wore today, in great detail
Day 11 - Your siblings, in great detail
Day 12 - What’s in your bag, in great detail
Day 13 - This week, in great detail
Day 14 - What you wore today, in great detail
Day 15 - Your dreams, in great detail
Day 16 - Your first kiss, in great detail
Day 17 - Your favorite memory, in great detail
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday, in great detail
Day 19 - Something you regret, in great detail
Day 20 - This month, in great detail
Day 21 - Another moment, in great detail
Day 22 - Something that upsets you, in great detail
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better, in great detail
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry, in great detail
Day 25 - A first, in great detail
Day 26 - Your fears, in great detail
Day 27 - Your favorite place, in great detail
Day 28 - Something that you miss, in great detail
Day 29 - Your aspirations, in great detail
Day 30 - One last moment, in great detail