July 21, 2007
Saturday Question
Today's Saturday Question is a stroll down Memory Lane. It was inspired by a post that AW put up over at RSM's place while he's at boot camp.
Your first love. Remember that? Back when it was all new and fresh and exciting? Before we became jaded and scared?
I do. My first "love" was the preacher's son. Not surprising as I spent almost all my non-school or chore time at the church.
His name was Kevin. He was funny and smart and had this "shit eattin' grin" that just melted my heart. Of course, this was before I instituted the 6' minimum, but I probably should have. I was 15 and already 6' tall. He.....was not.
But all that aside, he was my first love. We'd sit together on the church bus, holding hands and sharing glances. The adults watched us like hawks, so it added a sense of the "forbidden".
That first kiss. MY first kiss. Thinking about it still makes me smile. So awkward. So shy. Shared under the stairs as we prepared for a Christmas Party. I can still remember my knees going weak. The way my hands shook.
It was all so magical. For a while.
Like AW it ended with some tears and a few angry words. He was a bit older than I and wanted....well, things I just wasn't willing to share.
But for a while, for a few months, it was all sweetness and light. It was late night phone calls and notes shared. It was first love at it's most innocent.
What about you? Do you remember YOUR first love?
Posted by Tammi at July 21, 2007 07:48 AM | TrackBackYep. My first was okay, but my second was IT. Charles and I were in school together (junior high & high school) and had lots of classes together. Became great friends and I had a horrendous crush on him, but couldn't speak it for a million bucks.
I watched him date one bad girl after another. But when he asked me about dating one of my good friends, I lost it. I told him he couldn't see the forest for the trees and was an idiot and walked away. The next day when he confronted me about it, I chickened out and backed down. I couldn't bear the thought of being rejected.
Instead, he stood me up - IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CAFETERIA - and kissed me. WOW! I still remember the music playing in the background in the cafe (yep, our HS radio station broadcast in the cafe), it was "Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend" by Janet Jackson. What a kiss!
It never went anywhere past that moment...he got back with a wretch of a girl that broke his heart many more times. I do sometimes wonder what's become of him and how things may have been different, in school at least, if I'd had the guts to back up my words.
Ah, young dumb love.
Posted by: Lee Ann at July 21, 2007 08:05 AMMy first pear shaped love was a kid named Danny. I was dating his twin brother David but was really nuts for Dan. Couldn't even walk down the street and think about him at the same time... I still remember the wonder at my knees being weak and my stomach rolling... wow. Powerful stuff. ;)
I suffered with an unrequited love until a few years after high school... he came back to town and we hooked up. He said the magic words: "Why couldn't I SEE you, really see you all those years ago?" and just like that our love was requited.
It was still just as powerful. Bet if I saw him at 50, balding and paunchy, it would be the same.
[sigh]
Posted by: pam at July 21, 2007 11:04 AMlike the song says, ..."I thank God for unanswered prayers"...
I think he's had four wives by now