But I was young and foolish
As Abby struggled with earlier, my first boyfriend is a difficult one. I am going with my first non-middle school boyfriend. Stan Mitchell, freshman year.
Oh Stan. He is from one of the surrounding towns that sends students to Orono and was therefore relatively unusual and didn't know most of the petty social classes that had existed since we were small. What is more, as an outsider, he entered at the bottom of the social strata, which worked well for me as I wasn't very high up myself. It was quite nice to have someone who seemed interested in me, and I really love the chase and the fun flirty times.
We dated for several months after weeks of flirting in the library. The library was where everyone hung out after school and as this was the one year I didn't play soccer, I could waste time in the library while I waited for a ride and catch up on the social scene. Stan kissed me at a dance and I discovered that I liked kissing boys (not that I thought I liked kissing girls, but I never kissed anyone, so it was new). We broke up about a week later.
We did eventually become friends and his mother was always fond of me. I always give him a hug when I see him.
Stan is now in the Army, married to his high school sweetheart, and the father of two. Their daughter is about 3 or 4 and their son is under a year. A nice guy, his wife sent me a Christmas card a few years ago and I think that they are doing well.
The title is from Down by the Salley Gardens, by Yeats, obvi.
Oh Stan. He is from one of the surrounding towns that sends students to Orono and was therefore relatively unusual and didn't know most of the petty social classes that had existed since we were small. What is more, as an outsider, he entered at the bottom of the social strata, which worked well for me as I wasn't very high up myself. It was quite nice to have someone who seemed interested in me, and I really love the chase and the fun flirty times.
We dated for several months after weeks of flirting in the library. The library was where everyone hung out after school and as this was the one year I didn't play soccer, I could waste time in the library while I waited for a ride and catch up on the social scene. Stan kissed me at a dance and I discovered that I liked kissing boys (not that I thought I liked kissing girls, but I never kissed anyone, so it was new). We broke up about a week later.
We did eventually become friends and his mother was always fond of me. I always give him a hug when I see him.
Stan is now in the Army, married to his high school sweetheart, and the father of two. Their daughter is about 3 or 4 and their son is under a year. A nice guy, his wife sent me a Christmas card a few years ago and I think that they are doing well.
The title is from Down by the Salley Gardens, by Yeats, obvi.