I have been with blokes since the age of 6.
I am 22 and have met my first love 17 months ago, we live together now and I hope it lasts. If one doesn't know who their first love was, one doesn't love, do they?

Tiggy the diver: I do

*edit* it sounds shit and not funny at all, but was it meant to be funny?

Eleanor Rigby might be reading. */edit*
( liverbird, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 15:36, Reply)

Nige
His name was Nigel, he wasn't much of a looker but we were really good friends and spoke for hours at school and on the phone, even told each other we loved each other one night. then comin home with my mum the next day i see him walkin along holding hands with some random chick from the village!was gutted, did my best not to cry and my mum offered to run him over - i declined. year or so later we snogged on a night out, he spewed afterwards said it was the 'painkillers' (nothin to do with all the alcohol and pills). still mates altho not seen him in AGES!moved on to a series of total arseholes after that before settling with my geek. v happy. huzzah!first post.
(fuck_a_duck, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 15:30, Reply)

Ahh the obsession....
His name was Stuart and I loved him from when I was 4 years old. He was amazing until he was 13 and he turned into a twunt. Undetered I thought he would turn out alright in the end.

Bumped into him a few years ago - we talked, we went a few dates, it was going really well...then he dissappeared off the face of the planet....

oh well....
( Dancingmeerkat, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 14:22, Reply)

I'm a lonely, lonely man.
This competition makes me depressed.
*Cries into his pillow*
(riedacher_bertram, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 14:21, Reply)

1st Love
Met Clare E when i was 20 & she was turning 17.
went out for 6 years,best mates and everything, she is bestest person ive ever met & we are still best mates.
well she graduated from uni last year & decides to go to oz for a year with her mates while i had to work. she breaks up with me 6 months into her travels and fair enough i thought,even though i didnt want to split
so ive been spreading the love ever since....but shes back in four weeks time...hope to get it back on with her when she gets back cos i still love her.
(Anto Smanto, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 13:40, Reply)

Ah Rachel.....
At my primary school I followed her into the toilet. And she weed on me the dirty bitch!

I got in trouble for it as well.

Didnt love her after that.
(Jimmy Large Is huffing Jenkem on, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 13:32, Reply)

My right hand....
...she's been there through thick and thin - and unlike my previous loves, never complains of a headache or minds if I have a threesome with her and my left hand too! :-P

I will burn in hell........
(stonersmurf stuckin' foned, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 13:17, Reply)

How they change.
I was 6, he was 7. All the girls wanted him, yet he only had eyes for me. I worshipped the ground he walked on.

Now, 12 years on, he's still the same height he was age 7, has many more strange behavioural tics than I'd care to recall, and he's not half as attractive as I remember.

Damn you, childhood.
(sporky, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 12:38, Reply)

Why are people not posting more often........
I need something to get me through work. C'mon guys & gals keep me entertained.
(McBollocks stop being so fucking pretentious., Tue 25 Oct 2005, 12:37, Reply)

Slagging hell
We met a posh school do. I was out for the booze not the birds but she locked on and even waited whilst I puked up a lung in the toilets.

My best mate memorised her phone number for me.

About 8 years of on/off relationship down the line, afore mentioned best mate runs off with the bitch and they go to live in London.

The bitch can keep, she got fat anyway, but damn I miss my drinking buddy.

On a side note I should have gone for the girl that used to sit at the back of the school bus that made eyes at me for about 2 years.
(Tim K, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 11:23, Reply)

Those were the days
She went by many an alias. Dolly Princess was my favourite. I was four. She never left my side. I drew a face on the back of her head. I do acknowledge that she taught me all I know now when undressing the ladies. She lives in the cupboard now.

I’m so lonely sometimes.
(Mr Chuffy, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 11:13, Reply)

It's
name was beer, and we've been together ever since.
( wibblywobbly - helping ugly people get laid since 1982, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 10:52, Reply)

the cupcakes were delicious, btw
His name was Ian, and I was six. He was the class outcast on account he would constantly have his hands in his pants in order to reach that oh so irritable itch. But that mattered not to me, not at all! We would frollick through the rain puddles whist holding hands and one day while holding hands and frollicking, I said:

"Ian! I Love you! Lets get married! But only until valentines day, then I will break up with you."

He replied with an ok, then we went inside, hand in hand, to eat cupcakes. Apparently it was, in fact, the very day of our breakup, and we were having a class party.

He didn't seem too broken up about it.

Bastard.
(driftwood, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 8:47, Reply)

she moved to fucking Denmark with the boyfriend
that she's 'not ready to commit' to

MY FUCKING ARSE YOU'RE NOT READY TO COMMIT

I'd have preferred you say "I don't like you, you cunt" that would've made it easier

/mopes
( GrandmaOfShoes, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 8:46, Reply)

i could vote before my first kiss! in fact i did
I didnt first kiss a girl until i was 18, i mean i wasnt a hideous beast so ive formed the logical conclusion that my personality must be completely wank...the bonus of it was there were 10 really jealous guys at the party and one girl...if i hadnt had been so naive, chances are she would have been up for some boaby action...

in the words of Rod Stewart, "I wish, that, I knew, what I know now, when I younger..."
(i_walk_bing_crosbys_dog, Tue 25 Oct 2005, 5:06, Reply)

First Love ? I think not
I think I wrote a blog here about my first sexual encounter, but it wasn't my first love. who loves the French ?

Who knows what their first love is ?

After all this time, at 47, and not too bad a deal in life, and ALOT of fun, AND I'm still attractive, I can honestly say the person I fell in love with was the biggest shit I ever encountered, took me 3 years to find out.....and I hope he gets his full come-upance - which on hearsay I think he has.

I have alot more love in my life now....HB is great most of the time.....even the boyfriend is nice. It would just be nice to see him. Oh and that bloke in the pub I met recently is VERY shaggable .....Ha ha !!!!!

Does anyone belive the things people write on here ???
( Tiggy the diver, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 22:58, Reply)

neighbours
We used to live next door to each other, and we used to play super mario in my back garden but i didn't love him then, oh no, we moved away and went to different primary schools. Then we ended up in the same form for secondary school, i hated him for three years and then when i was 14 realised i really did love him. Que 1 1/2 years of watching him go out with two of my best mates untill i finally had the courage to ask him out. We went out for 6 months then broke up for four days.

He realised he loved me as much as i loved him and we have been going out for a year and two months now, i still love him as much as when we started going out. So soppy i Know but seeing as everyone elses first loves seem to be full of sadness so i will spread my joy.

I would make some joke about lenght and girth but as i am female i have none
(i_love_lamposts_foreverxxx, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 21:59, Reply)

It was a beautiful ceremony
The day I married Liam was truly stunning. An emotional event for all involved. I was worried at first that Teddy would be a bit big for the bridesmaids dress, but I managed to cram him into it. My nan performed an excellent service to the congregation, and Liam looked as handsome as the day I met him wearing my dads tie.

Unforunately the next week I snogged his mate Gary under his cabin bed. Liam divorced me. But we were remarried by Saturday afternoon! (after Going Live, of course!)
(Mogg Questioned her own sanity on, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 21:56, Reply)

I was weak
I crippled my 4 year relationship over a period of 2 years through flirting, drinking and chasing skirts.

She is half-Italian/half-Kuwaiti standing at 5 foot 7, olive-skinned with long dark hair and sumptuous brown eyes. On top of this we share all the same interests; being literature, music and sex. The latter being mostly prevalent just now.

The funniest thing is that this girl played the part of mistress for over a year to me waiting for me to end things with my girlfriend.

So I masquerade a trip to Leeds last weekend as a 'business trip' to my girlfriend who subsequently helps me out in every way possible to get me to and from Leeds [i'm from the East Coast of Scotland] on the cheap.

She even agrees to pick me up from the airport after i get back... from shagging my younger, prettier and more intelligent mistress.

My first love, incidentally, is deceit and infidelity.

No apologies, was lurking and will now return to hell for mandatory roasting. Probably on a spit.
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Mon 24 Oct 2005, 21:54, Reply)

She was
fat, ginger and from Yorkshire. Next one wore blue denim. Like properly. Next one was a goth. God...
(Gandylion, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 21:20, Reply)

I was 15, he was 17
He was the most gorgeous guy I'd ever seen. He was a venture scout, I was a ranger guide, and we met when our groups shared a campsite at a big 'world scout & guiding' event in Derbyshire. He had red shoes (this is to set my tale firmly in the 80s), dimples, and the twinkliest blue eyes, and I was lost from the moment I saw him. I thought of nothing but him all the time we were there. We finally kissed on Tuesday in the corner of their troop's tent, while his fellow scouts roasted insects on top of the gas lamp. The smell of burning Daddy Long Legs still makes me moist today...

Of course this idyll had to end, and I soon discovered the other chief teenage attraction when you're fifteen - getting drunk on sweet cider for the first time ever. On the last night I drank a litre of Woodpecker and managed to snog three scouts from Norwich, including one hiiiiiiiiiiiiideously fat one, before staggering back to our campsite and prostrating myself at the feet of my hunk, begging his forgiveness and vomiting copiously.

(Why he continued to take me on dates between getting home and him leaving to join the army, I'll never know, but I consider myself extremely lucky!)
(Hermioninny, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 20:34, Reply)

Might sound a bit incestuous....
... but all my girlfriends have been from the JPEG and MPEG family.
(radio_shak has questions, got answers, on, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 20:17, Reply)

Fall In Love With Melissa?
After reading all of this QOTW I can tell you one thing for certain.

If I ever meet a girl called Melissa I'm not going to touch her with a bargepole!

Cheers
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 19:56, Reply)

My
fluff. x
(thisismyclone, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 19:15, Reply)

Cardassian
I used to love this girl called Nicola. She wasn`t pretty, nor would she shag. However she passed the time and i started to love her. It all fell apart when i turned on the telly and went " fucking hell, its Nic". Turns out it was Gul Dukat off Star trek.

Binned her fast.
( Cleisthenes morning sickness is a bitch, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 18:09, Reply)

your
mum.

_{yes - yours.}
(well its not going to suck itself yadda yadda yadda, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 18:08, Reply)

I was desperately in love
with a girl called Kathryn at junior school, from about age 8 to 11. She never gave me a second glance as I was painfully shy and geeky back then. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to catch up with her now that I am worldly and wise and have the sexual performance of a rampaging buffalo.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 17:31, Reply)

oh yeah!
If we're talking famous people, my two earliest crushes were (and I shit you not)

Chesney Hawkes and Peter Andre.

I know ONE Chesney Hawkes song (yes that one) and still like it, and know all the words to most Peter Andre songs and don't like them, but still like him because he's a nutbag, an insanely nice guy (yes I have met him) and loves that inflatable Ingrid (red dwarf box set anyone?), bless him.

first lady love was She-Ra. Mmmmph. Still would.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 16:35, Reply)

hang on a minute
My first girlfriend was called Susan. I met her in the playground near where I lived, I was about seven years old and was fascinated by some magazines she had tucked inside her coat which had pictures of people having sex – we both found these hilarious and sat in the woods behind the park giggling at them for ages.

She was very tall and had a deep voice, to be honest not very attractive and frankly her coat smelt a bit funny. But at least she introduced me to the world of sex at a young age.

Sex wasn’t quite what I was expecting, it was rather a one-way process and I found it a bit uncomfortable to say the least.

To be perfectly honest, upon reflection I am beginning to call into question my interpretation of the entire event.
.
(Ali Bongo 9000 Ali Bongo 9000, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 16:27, Reply)

arse
his name was Dave (aren't they all?), and he's currently shagging my ex best mate. Who is a heifer with pink hair and tits like dead ferrets in bin bags.

Me? Bitter? Slightly. But I'm now engaged to be wedded to her ex (shush, I know the dictionary definition of incestuous, thankyou. She's my ex as well.) who's better. He can spell, for a kick off. Oh, and she's got to deal with his parent's law suity thing against each other. HAH.

Funny thing about her. She was mud wrestling at a bike rally that my fiance's mate went to. He came back from it traumatised and proceeded to tell us about the Jabba-esque half naked bird with a tattoo on her thigh mudwrestling. And he was so put off he left.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Mon 24 Oct 2005, 16:24, Reply)