My first love
I can't remember her name. Rebecca I think. We used to play monkeys in the rhododendron bushes at the edge of the big playground. She was lovely. We were 5.
C'mon, tell us about your first love
( , Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:31)
I can't remember her name. Rebecca I think. We used to play monkeys in the rhododendron bushes at the edge of the big playground. She was lovely. We were 5.
C'mon, tell us about your first love
( , Thu 20 Oct 2005, 10:31)
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Firsts
First boyfriend:
His mate came up to me in the playground with the classic line "My mate fancies you". I turned down 3 of the mates asking me to go out with the shy suitor saying he had to ask himself. When the poor lad finally plucked up the courage to come over in person, I said yes, and he happily went back to his friends. Then 2 mins before the bell I went over to him and dumped him. Cruel bitch that I was.
First relationship:
We met at my uncle's wedding in Glasgow, danced all night, even held hands at the end of the night. No, we didn't actually get round to snogging (and I was 15, such a disgrace). Unfortunately I was only back in the country for the wedding, and left 2 days later. A long correspondence followed, with letters of gargantuan proportions. When I returned to Scotland, we finally started going out, but it fizzled out in the end.
First shag:
I waited till uni (what a good girl I was back then) before falling for his charms. I truly believed we'd get married. It took me 4 years to listen to my friends telling me what a manipulative b*stard he was, and finally ended it.
First heartbreak:
I'd always been smart enough to dump them before they dumped me, so being on the receiving end hit me hard. What hurt the most was that I didn't even see it coming. It had been a long-distance relationship, which was the main problem.
I'll never quite forgive myself for the period that followed then. We'd said we would "stay friends". Well, I didn't realise that was just a line made up to make the dumper feel better about things. I turned into the psyco hose bitch from hell, did everything short of boiling the bunny. Even turned up on his doorstep unannounced one night. (From over 200 miles away, that must have been a little scary.) Ye gods I was a mad woman. I still plead temporary insanity.
First love:
Still waiting. He's got to be out there somewhere.
Apologies for general soppiness and ranting, but boy was this theraputic. If I had more sense I'd just delete this rather than posting it, but then I've read all your crap, you might as well read mine :p
F x
( , Tue 25 Oct 2005, 17:29, Reply)
First boyfriend:
His mate came up to me in the playground with the classic line "My mate fancies you". I turned down 3 of the mates asking me to go out with the shy suitor saying he had to ask himself. When the poor lad finally plucked up the courage to come over in person, I said yes, and he happily went back to his friends. Then 2 mins before the bell I went over to him and dumped him. Cruel bitch that I was.
First relationship:
We met at my uncle's wedding in Glasgow, danced all night, even held hands at the end of the night. No, we didn't actually get round to snogging (and I was 15, such a disgrace). Unfortunately I was only back in the country for the wedding, and left 2 days later. A long correspondence followed, with letters of gargantuan proportions. When I returned to Scotland, we finally started going out, but it fizzled out in the end.
First shag:
I waited till uni (what a good girl I was back then) before falling for his charms. I truly believed we'd get married. It took me 4 years to listen to my friends telling me what a manipulative b*stard he was, and finally ended it.
First heartbreak:
I'd always been smart enough to dump them before they dumped me, so being on the receiving end hit me hard. What hurt the most was that I didn't even see it coming. It had been a long-distance relationship, which was the main problem.
I'll never quite forgive myself for the period that followed then. We'd said we would "stay friends". Well, I didn't realise that was just a line made up to make the dumper feel better about things. I turned into the psyco hose bitch from hell, did everything short of boiling the bunny. Even turned up on his doorstep unannounced one night. (From over 200 miles away, that must have been a little scary.) Ye gods I was a mad woman. I still plead temporary insanity.
First love:
Still waiting. He's got to be out there somewhere.
Apologies for general soppiness and ranting, but boy was this theraputic. If I had more sense I'd just delete this rather than posting it, but then I've read all your crap, you might as well read mine :p
F x
( , Tue 25 Oct 2005, 17:29, Reply)
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