My First Love
Filed Under: Thriving
This is a photo of me and My First Love (MFL), circa 1982. Aw, aren’t we cute? I loved this boy. Loved loved, as I’m sure no other teenager with raging hormones has ever loved. We would pass notes in school and sit on a park bench during lunch playing this little game that involved counting how many “hands apart” we were. He gave me my first kiss. Nearly all of our dates consisted of sitting in the back row of the movie theater. I wore glasses, but I would not wear them during the movie because, ya know, it would interfere with the kissing. I can not tell you how many movies I attended, but never really saw. But, oh, the kissing!
About a year and a half into this relationship, I dumped MFL and started dating his good friend. I know. I can see you wagging your finger at me and muttering “whore” under your breath. It’s strange how I had a complete and total lack of common sense as a teenager. Hormones, I was your bitch.
But then boy #2 broke my heart and MFL was there to console me. For about two days. Then he was outta there. Quid pro quo, right? I spent the next two years trying to get him to notice me again, but he was so totally not interested. I deserved that.
Why am I reliving my teenage angst? Last week, out of the blue, I got an email from MFL. Nothing much, he just wanted to let me know that apparently I was all the buzz at the local hair salon. (I recently saw one of my high school classmates who worked in said salon, so I knew where this was coming from.)
So there it was. An email from MFL. Via my blog, which I suppose he is now reading. That simple email opened the door to a lot of memories, good and bad. I was lucky to have had many of my “first” experiences with this sweet, adorable boy. My life has turned out better than I ever expected, but I can’t say I haven’t wondered on occasion what if…
The other thought I had after all these memories? I’m so freakin glad I’m not a teenager anymore.
PHAT = Parenting, Homeschooling And Technology. That about sums up my life at the moment. 
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Petite Mommy | Aug 30, 2006 | Reply
Wow. You were so cute.. Isn’t it weird when people from your past find your blog and start reading it?
Angela, Mother Crone | Aug 30, 2006 | Reply
Isn’t that the truth??!! As the mother of a 14 yr old, I listen to all the drama of these little girls: the demands, the insecurities, and I am often thrown back myself. I still am baffled at my personal history to screw over the nice guys and chase the bad boys. I was an idiot! Luckily , I realized it in time to have a wonderful life for myself, just like you did!
carli | Aug 30, 2006 | Reply
I think he looks a little like PHAT Daddy. . . not that that means anything.
Jess | Aug 30, 2006 | Reply
Could you two be any cuter?! OMG, so brave and honest…I admire that in you. How is YFL anyway? Still as fun & cute as ever I bet! Since I was a very late bloomer, I was 19 before the dreaded L word ever hit me. I guess I better clarify, No, NOT lesbian. Love….gag…okay I “said” it. IT kicked my ass too. And, I’m with you…wouldn’t want to go through that mess again! BTW, that “Who put the blow in her oatmeal freakin’ cracked me up!” I’ve got to watch the sugar with Nick. And the chocolate too…He’s like a crazy, dude on crack when he’s had too much chocolate!
Cousin Laurie | Aug 30, 2006 | Reply
There must be something in the air. Just recently, the friend of my boyfriend when I was 15 contacted me through Classmates. He told me he liked me but I was with Louie…who is now a prominent heart surgeon in Atlanta! (Who’d have thunk it!!!) I haven’t written Louie yet, nor Alex (Bo)…who I met through Louie…but I will. Ahhh,the love life of a teenager!!! :o)
sandy | Aug 31, 2006 | Reply
Holy crap, I had that hair cut.
*MY* MFL’s parents live around the block from me. Ever now and then I see them when the kids and I walk. Part of me enjoys showing off my two beautiful well behaved, well spoken chidlren. The other part is too busy remembering why the Mama’s boy and I broke up. (tee hee.)
Kelly | Sep 1, 2006 | Reply
I remember being that way with My First Love. It’s amazing how we remember them.