The Beginning and End of my Love Life.

[hopita]

I haven't heard from Jeffrey since Friday, save for a very brief email (of the "Ok, thanks" variety) on Saturday.

But I'll tell you who I did hear from:

Aaron, my very first boyfriend ever.

Sorry, _aqualung_, but Aaron came first

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[furious_mold]

This post reminds me of the first boy I ever kissed. His name was Noah. He smelled like pizza when I kissed him. I told him he smelled like pizza. We were very excited about his pizza smell and we held hands off and on for a few weeks before he "broke up" with me. We were very young.

I MISS YOUNG LOVE!

We should write/put together an anthology of "first love" stories.

[hopita]

It was camp that brought us together, and camp that tore us apart.

For the first half of the summer we were at a coed day camp together, but for the second half of the summer, we were each sent to (separate) sleepaway camps. I remember he sent me a couple of letters, and that not once but TWICE! he mentioned that there was a guy in his bunk who could burp the alphabet.

I don't remember the specifics, but it seems the gist is that, sooner of later, one of us forgot to write back.

Plus, he was from New York and I was from Pittsburgh, so even after the summer was over, it wasn't like we were back in the same place again.

It sure is nice to see his face again, though.

[furious_mold]

Alphabet burping...ahhh! LOVE!

This could be TMI, but the first boy to make a sexual advance toward me asked me, "Do you have a linguini salad down there or a soft peach?" I was, maybe...7 or 8 yrs old. It took me years to figure out what he was talking about. He was 7 or 8 years old! Where did he come up with that? It's disturbing to me now!

[hopita]

Maybe I'm still not old enough.

Linguini salad?