6th form love
I had one of those "serious" during a-levels type of loves..the kind you think "oh yeah we'll survive uni"..pmsl.
Anyway it was good fun and we had lots of naughtiness.
Once we had a school trip where we stayed over, obviously lots of shagging commenced. However my Mum didn't approve for she was being teh racist (he was half Jamaican), she found out somehow and went to my school and told the head of year.
However he told her there was nothing wrong in us having sex, we were old enough and not stupid and suggested she calmed down.
Haha that showed her! I was rather embarrassed though when I was called to his office and told about it!
( moogy boobles, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 13:55, Reply)

Not quite my first love, but my first kiss
I was sitting in my house, playing the computer, I get a knock at the door and there's three of my friends, they grab me and haul me next door and bung me in this room with Donna
She was very cute and fancied the pants off me
we talked for ages and then the time came to say goodbye and we kissed
FANTASTIC!
a few days later I called her to see if we could go out again, sadly not as she had been grounded because her mum had caught her smoking

actually no, she had really been grounded because she had been shagging some dirty spide in an alleyway and her mum had found the empty box for the morning after pill in her room

CLASSY!
( VampireMonkeyOnSpeed a super sexy sexual sex terrorist sex, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 13:45, Reply)

Stupid stupid stupid
First really really proper girlfriend was lovely. Still one of the nicest people I've ever met. We was ver' much in love and even did teh sex for the first time.

Long distance relationships rarely succeed, and after nearly a year I ended it. With a vague idea that she would appreciate honesty I told her it was because a really hot local girl liked me. I now realise that truth is evil and must be used sparingly.

One of the few things in my life I'd change if I had another go.

Apologies for lack of mirth.
(Throbbe, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 13:29, Reply)

His name was Johnathan
We were eleven, and he stole my bike til I kissed him. We went out for a month!
( wanky art student is liable to phwoar at any minute, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 13:05, Reply)

Melissa...
Wasn't so much "love" as my first competition (aged 8) with another bloke to win her heart by buying her shedloads of choclates/crisps/lolipops etc

Made the mistake of telling the 'rents, and used to get teased about it royally. Until I gave up on it (broke) and was asked about it at crowded dinner party.

My response?

"Nah...I've decided I'll just rape her" (loudly)

Was forced to watch an "educational" (and mildly arousing, really) video to learn me the error of my young ways.
(nancyboy Oooh that tickles, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 13:02, Reply)

JinDod..
That story made me weep. It was as if it was straight from the glory days of Mark and Lard.

My first love was a bit of an arse really. We were together for four years and then he had sex with my friend. In the toilets. At a school disco. It was tragic.
(betterpants, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 12:16, Reply)

Her name was Fatty Arbuckle
This really is my last post you twats ...etc...

She had the face of a burrowing tick and eyes set apart by a meters girth. Her name was Fatty Arbuckle and she stank of burning turds.
It was mid week, a Wednesday, or a Thursday.
Or a Friday.
It was weekend.
She was infatuated with me and although I was interested in other things, I would often let her play with my tassel.
'Why does it bleed?' she would often ask, to rawcus applause.
One day she approached me on the school bus.
There was no seat next to me so she just stood and started. She had black eyes and a black heart.
'You really are the nicest boy, I've ever met' she exclaimed. I was about to turn and scold her for interupting my game of 'push mincemeat under your watchstrap' when I caught sight of her radiant smile. She beamed from ear to ear and my heart warmed, no danced as I realized, at last that I was in love with her.
I leaned over and caressed one of the tentacles she called ears and reassured her that she was with me now and everything would be alright.
We deep kissed.
I pulled the bus over and all the kids got off and hurried into school.
and that was the last time I saw her, or my own kids again.


STUSUT79 is getting married this Saturday and I would just like to wish them all the best for the Future.

Hazars are in order!
(JinDod, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 12:08, Reply)

There was this girl on the train to school every morning...
gorgeous she was...never had the courage to speak to her. After (literally) a year or so of staring at her from across the platform, it turned out she was a mate of a mate and we were going to the same gig together. Afterwards, my mate asked if I could give her a lift home. I obliged, we got talking and a couple of weeks later we got together. I was in heaven...then she went on holiday. She came back and didn't phone - turned out she was with someone else. Distraught, I decided that at the next party I was going to I was going to get bladdered and sleep with anything that moved. Success! There I met another girl, we went out a couple of times and things were going well. Then, girl 1 came back and said she'd made a mistake, and could we pick up from where we left off?

It took a lot of courage considering I'd waited that long, but I said no.

4 years later, I'm now living with the second girl and probably couldn't be much happier!

Things sometimes do turn out for the better, despite what you think.

Apologies for length, but believe me, it could have been a lot longer if i'd gone into detail!
( NinjaBadger hides in the bushes and gives you TB., Fri 21 Oct 2005, 11:59, Reply)

Her name was Ruth
We were both about 10. We met while on holiday in Abersoch. I was staying in my aunty's caravan and she was staying at her grandparents' one a few feet away. She wore an outfit made from old curtains (very "Sound of Music".) We hung around together all holiday and cried when it was time to go home. For the next couple of years we kept bumping into each other when we went back there on holiday. I asked her to marry me (I was 11) and she said yes. We lost touch after about three years and I haven't seen her since. My aunty is still in touch with her parents though, and the last I heard was that Ruth had married a doctor. Me? I'd waited for her...
(nasalhair The Twix guy!, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 11:55, Reply)

Legless.
That is all.
(Pachey, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 11:07, Reply)

Hmmm
Childhood sweetheart from the age of about 4 to nearly 9 when I moved across the country. Randy little bastards we were, although not exactly in the way you might be assuming, not being capable of course. Well not exactly.
Anyway, one learnt to kiss etc from a ripe old young age, Neighbours being the source of most of the material.
Found out a couple of years ago that the lass in question is now a raging carpet muncher. I done dat!
Also one or two other women who I've been involved with/ jumped on by when pissed are now batting for the other team I hear.
No, I don't have big waps - I do infact have a lovely manly goatee.

Never had the chance to apologise for length, with regards the 6 year old bit of fluff. (She's 4 days older than me btw)
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 10:49, Reply)

A lass called Sam taught me how to french kiss
Location: Ex-navy minesweeper, girls dorm.
Time: Close to midnight
Clothing: T-shirt and boxers.
Genital status: Rock solid, poking out of my boxers, almost into the face of the (sleeping) girl in the bunk below Sams.

I had to hug Sam with one hand, whilst the other hung casually by my side....desperately trying to keep my manhood hidden.
Of course you'll say I ought to have whipped it out and given her one, but I was only 14 and this was a Christian holiday camp after all...
(BourbonBiscuits, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 10:15, Reply)

Melissa...
I was around 4 years old, every day my Dad would drop me off at this place called "The Family Centre" where they torture young children and I'd cry every time. I'd wait for him to pick me up after work and have tea and biscuits with Melissa...Oh how I miss her...
( mike woz ere 7442200 & 7696970 getter, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 10:05, Reply)

I'd pretty much given up...
...on love by the time she came along - I was 20 and feeling a bit lonely after more than two years of 'fuck that for a game of soldiers', an attitude brought on by my first serious girlfriend (see www.b3ta.com/questions/pretentious/post40929/), and a subsequent series of romantic disasters.

So, one of my mates and his new gf offered me a blind date with one of her mates, and I agreed with some trepidation as blind dates are generally a bad idea. The special night came, and my mate and his gf chose that most romantic and classy of venues, a McDonalds fucking drive-thru for our first date. The time at the drive-thru was basically shit for thier company, and things were looking a bit iffy when they drew the date to a close at 9:30pm and dropped us off. Yeah, nice vote of confidence there, guys.

She lived over the road from a big park in town and I had a couple of spliffs on me, so not being quite as can't-be-arsed as our friends, we buggered off into the park for a smoke and some get-to-know-you action - we ended up sat under a tree talking while it pissed down around us til about 5 in the morning. I had to walk four miles back to my place after I kissed her goodbye (our first kiss - so busy chattering we forgot to even get a snog in), but I didn't care :)

We were together for nearly 8 years after that - she taught me a lot about myself, did JT. Sadly, one of the things I learned later on along the way is that I'm gay, which understandably brought about the end of our bf/gf relationship. The day I told her is the day I came out - we ended up going to counselling together because we didn't know how to tie things off without destroying each other. We managed it in the end, and we remain dear friends.

That was four years ago - she has since met another guy and is expecting a kid - the pair of them are over the moon about it and very happy together. As for the guy she's with, I couldn't have picked better for her myself - he's a good lad - got it written through him like a stick of rock :)

And me? Yeah, I've got someone - only been together for a few months, but it's clear that I love him, I'm loved back and things are going really well. It's strange though - after growing up straight to all intents and purposes, I catch myself every now and again thinking 'Fuckin' 'ell, I'm in love with another bloke'.

Apologies for length, but with hindsight my heart wasn't really in it with girls, so length and girth are all I had going for me ;)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 9:17, Reply)

Bleh... first love, am still trying to figure out the last love scenario....
Quote`My third love was a crazy emotional chick who I stupidly decided to live with for a year. This was followed by a breakdown, breakup, get back together, breakup, get back together, and breakup. This time it's permanent. Since then she's become a mangy whore.`


her name wasn't melanie by chance?, fuckin bitch! :)
(Crintrin, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 7:32, Reply)

Love? Like it exists?
Enough of the kindergarten/primary school stories!

I have a hard time believing in love, thanks to a torrid childhood/teenage years.
However, the first guy who ever said he loved me became husband number 1. I loved him......still do.......like I love my best friend's husband! It wasn't about my heart beating, he was just a good guy whom I hurt terribly when I left him.

Then I met Rick (aka Ablaham Rincoln on b3ta). After a week, I couldn't stop thinking about him, my heart was beating constantly and every time I was home alone I just wanted to be with him in his arms. That's when I knew it was love.

We celebrate our 1st wedding anniversary next Sunday and he's the love of my life. The best thing that ever happened to me. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be me.

Sorry, that was soppy, but it is true love. Not just pathetic grade school crushes ;)
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 6:25, Reply)

Jonathan
We were in advanced classes together ten years ago. On one particular school trip in the 6th grade, his mom came along as a sponsor. She looks much older than my mom. I turned around in my seat to talk to Jonathan who was sitting behind me with his mom.

Me: "Oh, is this your grandmother?"
Mrs. C: "No, dear, I'm his mom."

Ah hell. She still loves me, though. Now if only Jonathan would.
(Elronds_Twins, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 6:09, Reply)

Re: My First Love
My 'first love' so to speak is actually one of my really good friends now - we were both about 5 (and this is according to her), she broke my heart one day by saying that she'd marry another of my classemates rather than me.

As far as a first actual love, she was French, she was damn hot and she was only in the country for 2 weeks. We tried long-distance for a while, but she hasn't replied to my letters and e-mails for about 2 months... damn frenchies...
( Halkyardo isn't quite sure, on, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 4:40, Reply)

It was so RED
I believe his name was Zach. He sat next to me in second grade. He said "would you like to see my penis?" I said "what is that?" Next thing i knew i was looking at a red lump in his shorts...Unfortunatly i tattled on him and he never spoke to me again.
(jeweloftheknight, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 3:15, Reply)

First Love...
His name was Ben. I was 12, he was 13. We met at Jew Camp. He couldn't have cared less about me. I only saw him once after that, the next year at camp.

If I ever see him again, I'll probably kill him.
(I bape rabies Let's go get Chick-fi-A!, Fri 21 Oct 2005, 2:49, Reply)

Oh... my love
A sweet girl from Texas.
A dork from Ohio.
Meet on Mackinac.
Long distance.
Three years now.
No more Mackinac for her.
Hopefully no more does not apply to Vannoy.
(vannoy is fixing things and doing stuff., Fri 21 Oct 2005, 2:40, Reply)