Thank you all for your interesting points and comments. It's been most interesting and I thank you. I think (hope) we're doing things just fine here, sometimes it's nice to know others take on things.
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I got my education from my Grandpa the doctor...so it was all quite clinical...which was awkward after my first sexual experience, I gave the poor girl a bill for a gynecological exam...
I got my education from my Grandpa the doctor...so it was all quite clinical...which was awkward after my first sexual experience, I gave the poor girl a bill for a gynecological exam...
This is a Frank response.
Mr. Nobody...It IS scary when you look in the mirror and see your parent. Saw my mom looking back at me as I washed my hands the other day...My dad used to (and probably still does) cough a lung up, a legacy from his days as a smoker. I never started, so I don't.
But, I am a miserable git until I get my second cup of coffee...
(I never thought I looked like the old man, but I've had to start wearing specs for reading lately. They did a frame-match thing to help me decide which suited me best, I tried a pair on and there was my dad from 20 years ago. It was scary.)
Did you ever follow up with 'The One'? Curious why not if you didn't.Here's 'The Talk' my dad gave me, when I started seeing my first gf (aged 15, she was a year older): "You give her any problems or bring any [excrement] back here, I'll hit you so hard you'll land in the middle of next week."
It worked. The relationship, such as it ever was, didn't - we were over inside two months.
But...kids and their feelings being put into inverted commas...here's the thing: that first gf, I liked her but that was all. But a year later, at 16, I was totally gone in the head over a girl in my class. I'd known her for years, had fancied her - in that typical hormonal teenage way - on and off. But then, one day...well, I can't describe it. It was sudden and yet it wasn't. It was hormone-fuelled but also not, it was deeper, truer. Asking girls out was fairly easy. Asking this girl out was impossible, so I never did and so never knew how things might have gone. But I loved her completely, and in some way I still do, 25 years later.
I've had relationships since. Only one has really been successful (because only one has been free of the ghost; the others...well, subconsciously I'd sought out the same physical type in terms of height, build, hair colour. Sometimes the eye colour changed but not a lot, and there may have been personality traits in common...but none of them were Her). Still and all, I'd be the world's biggest liar if I said I'd ever felt again the way I felt about that girl.
In Sherlockian terms, she was - and on some level still is and always will be - The Woman. Because you never forget your first love.
Did you ever follow up with 'The One'? Curious why not if you didn't.
Thank - you... Her decreasing mails may not have been anything to do with your remarks but more with her pressures from life and 'where is this going' or ' have we reached the end of our connection?'
Does she know she was 'the one you dream of?'