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Your first true love

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For you people what are your thoughts thought about her or him (for the ladies and gay guys)? Only reason I'm posting is I just had a really intense dream about mine, nothing sexual. I know I hadn't really thought about her in a while. I guess you never really know what going on that sub-conscious mind or yours. A nice deep post to start the day.
 
I see mine every year of so when she comes to our work facility from out of state on bussiness.

It's always the same feeling the first moment we see each other.
Excitement and careful distance but we still give each other a big
hug....
 
The Nature Boy said:
My first love was named Fist-tina. she had 5 sisters, one of them was a little shorter and we called her Thumb.
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And you've lived happily ever after every since.
 
If you dream about your first true love that means she was thinking about you while having sex with someone else.
 
I married her.



Nb, reminds me of a girl I went to HS with...she was a fat tomboy...we called her Tug......she thought that she was the stuff...when actually she was being made fun of...It was G-U-T backwards.
 
So only ladies and gay guys should reply?

I don't really have any emotional feelings about my "first true love". It was really back in the day (7 years ago?). I do think she was hot, and wouldn't mind getting another girl like her again. I wouldn't mind having sex with her again, either. I would classify her as good "marriage material" because she was really very loyal, pretty smart and good looking. But I don't have any desire to have a relationship with her again.
 
she since got married, but I think of her from time to time.

It;s for the best but I miss her occasionally and wis we could be together. It passes pretty fast, but nevertheless runs deep.
 
plornive said:
So only ladies and gay guys should reply?

I don't really have any emotional feelings about my "first true love". It was really back in the day (7 years ago?). I do think she was hot, and wouldn't mind getting another girl like her again. I wouldn't mind having sex with her again, either. I would classify her as good "marriage material" because she was really very loyal, pretty smart and good looking. But I don't have any desire to have a relationship with her again.
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It's open to all of course. You know what I meant. So was she really a true love? they say you always have some type of feeling for the 1st. Not necessarily a wanting to get with her feeling but special feeling cause she was the 1st you were in love with.

Woodin said:
If you dream about your first true love that means she was thinking about you while having sex with someone else.
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You heard that somewhere or did you just make that up.
 
I thought my first boyfriend was my first love. That is until I met my husband! Every feeling that I ever felt for my first boyfriend was multiplied a million times toward my husband. He is a trully wonderful human being and I am so lucky to have him!!
 
The Whole F/N Show said:
It's open to all of course. You know what I meant. So was she really a true love? they say you always have some type of feeling for the 1st. Not necessarily a wanting to get with her feeling but special feeling cause she was the 1st you were in love with.
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Yeah, she definitely was. I don't really believe there are any real standards on how people regard their first love. I can still definitely remember a lot about her, and a lot of the events associated with her. Lost virginity to her.

Maybe it's that she suddenly moved away, and I have never seen her since, that caused me to somewhat forget about her. I've gone for a few girls that were like her since (big titted light skinned Punjabi girls).

I have some interesting stories to tell about her. Her parents came to my workplace to harass me, and actually moved their entire family from east coast to west coast just to get her away from me --- no joke.

Also, she didn't fuck me over. Lots of people remember the people that hurt them more easily than they remeber the people that didn't.
 
flexygrl said:
I thought my first boyfriend was my first love. That is until I met my husband! Every feeling that I ever felt for my first boyfriend was multiplied a million times toward my husband. He is a trully wonderful human being and I am so lucky to have him!!
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Thanks toots.
 
what do you define as "first true love"?

- if it's the first guy i was in love with - that was in high school and i don't think of him at all.
- first long term boyfriend (together for 2 years) - ugh... loser
- my ex - i think of him as my big love. we broke up 3 years ago, but i still think of him every now and then.
 
My first true love was my hand, my second true love is HULKSTER
 
:-(

I didnt meet her till I was 32... two marriages and two kids... and then I finally meet my first true love.

I ended up fucking up the relationship... now she works with me and I sigh deeply every time I see her. We still spend some time together but she is very guarded with me becaus eof how deep our feelings still run.

I will miss her forever.
 
my calc teacher in high school who i was pretty close with spoke these true words

"you'll never forget your first love"

and its true
ive been in a handful of other relationships which were realisitcally probably better than my first one, yet i still think about the first the most
 
just finished a relationship that was better than my "first love" unfortunately, I just finished it... i hate everyone now. LOL
 
I don't think I ever had a first true love.

They were always crushes.

Which may explain why I am still single after all these years.
 
I try not to think about mine. He's a little too recent for me to be really comfy thinking about it all. Although, I don't regret him or anything. It made me a little wiser, and I will admit I was happy. :)

One thing though, I won't call him my first "true" love. He and I didn't work out, so although he was my first real love. I think the true one is just waiting to be discovered. ;) (Maybe)
 
PC,

Yes you are right! First love yes, first TRUE love no. When it happens, boy does it ever knock you on your ass!! And like everyone says, when you know, you know.....you know!!
 
there was this girl in priary school (age 9-11) who i kinda liked

met up again at 16-18....and DAMN i;d hit that. but alas she seemed into bad guys and ones who seemed sure of themselves, even if they were sure they were assholes

maybe i;ll meet her again...
 
danielson said:
there was this girl in priary school (age 9-11) who i kinda liked

met up again at 16-18....and DAMN i;d hit that. but alas she seemed into bad guys and ones who seemed sure of themselves, even if they were sure they were assholes

maybe i;ll meet her again...
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But I didn't even go to your primary school! :bawling:
 
flexygrl said:
PC,

Yes you are right! First love yes, first TRUE love no. When it happens, boy does it ever knock you on your ass!! And like everyone says, when you know, you know.....you know!!
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Sounds about right.
 
PHATchik said:



But I didn't even go to your primary school! :bawling:
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i dont think the school bus has enough fuel for that run :D

its ok though, i havent seen anyone from my primary school, we all lost contact around 16 when school ended and real work started.....none of them were really the achademic types so it became impossible to keep up with them :(

Zkaudio, i;ll have to remember to say it more often :)
 
20 years ago and I never totally got over her. I called her the other day to see if she would meet me. I was at the nursing school which is right by her work. She said that she felt it wouldn't be a good idea. I think she's afraid the old feelings might come back and she is married now.
 
We were childhood friends, he younger than I but always the first to do everything. Strong in virtue and in promise with just slept on dark blond curls. He was always compassionate, respectful and completely reckless yet completely responsible at the same time.

Never guessed at anything – he always seemed to know just his way, his path to go.

I remember him joking with his mother while finishing off his parent's basement just before he went off to college. He was handy rugged yet gentle and intellectually deep. He knew how to sum up everything in a word or at its great length a sentence.

He taught me to drive a stick, put me on the back of his motorcycle and brought me to my first drive in movie. He told me in the light of the low hung full moon that I was beautiful when I felt the most awkward. He taught me how to take chances and not to find failure in anything that you’d wished had gone differently.

We played; we drove all of over the Northeast to our families’ chagrin while never planning nor worrying about what life will bring, we just lived everyday and chose our next experiences like picking produce from the fruit market.

The night of the day that he found out he was accepted to the Law School of his choice he had dinner with his parents to tell them that he’d changed his plans of Medical School to Law School.
After dinner he went out with friends to celebrate and when he went to bed that night we lost our just slept on dark blond boy.

I was in a different country when he died and even now that more than ten years past I still have to think about it to realize that he is really gone and not just off gallivanting somewhere. He is whom I think of when I experience the happiest or the most devastating of times. It is the memory of his pep talks, laughter and smile that sneak up on me when I least suspect them.
 
velvett said:
We were childhood friends, he younger than I but always the first to do everything. Strong in virtue and in promise with just slept on dark blond curls. He was always compassionate, respectful and completely reckless yet completely responsible at the same time.

Never guessed at anything – he always seemed to know just his way, his path to go.

I remember him joking with his mother while finishing off his parent's basement just before he went off to college. He was handy rugged yet gentle and intellectually deep. He knew how to sum up everything in a word or at its great length a sentence.

He taught me to drive a stick, put me on the back of his motorcycle and brought me to my first drive in movie. He told me in the light of the low hung full moon that I was beautiful when I felt the most awkward. He taught me how to take chances and not to find failure in anything that you’d wished had gone differently.

We played; we drove all of over the Northeast to our families’ chagrin while never planning nor worrying about what life will bring, we just lived everyday and chose our next experiences like picking produce from the fruit market.

The night of the day that he found out he was accepted to the Law School of his choice he had dinner with his parents to tell them that he’d changed his plans of Medical School to Law School.
After dinner he went out with friends to celebrate and when he went to bed that night we lost our just slept on dark blond boy.

I was in a different country when he died and even now that more than ten years past I still have to think about it to realize that he is really gone and not just off gallivanting somewhere. He is whom I think of when I experience the happiest or the most devastating of times. It is the memory of his pep talks, laughter and smile that sneak up on me when I least suspect them.
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You just fucked me up so badly.

I am sorry for your (and the world's) loss.

:(
 
Jesus, this made my heart skip a couple of beats, Vel!

I am so sorry about his death, but it sounds like he wanted you to remember him, no matter what situation you found yourself in.

Count yourself blessed a million times over.

velvett said:
We were childhood friends, he younger than I but always the first to do everything. Strong in virtue and in promise with just slept on dark blond curls. He was always compassionate, respectful and completely reckless yet completely responsible at the same time.

Never guessed at anything – he always seemed to know just his way, his path to go.

I remember him joking with his mother while finishing off his parent's basement just before he went off to college. He was handy rugged yet gentle and intellectually deep. He knew how to sum up everything in a word or at its great length a sentence.

He taught me to drive a stick, put me on the back of his motorcycle and brought me to my first drive in movie. He told me in the light of the low hung full moon that I was beautiful when I felt the most awkward. He taught me how to take chances and not to find failure in anything that you’d wished had gone differently.

We played; we drove all of over the Northeast to our families’ chagrin while never planning nor worrying about what life will bring, we just lived everyday and chose our next experiences like picking produce from the fruit market.

The night of the day that he found out he was accepted to the Law School of his choice he had dinner with his parents to tell them that he’d changed his plans of Medical School to Law School.
After dinner he went out with friends to celebrate and when he went to bed that night we lost our just slept on dark blond boy.

I was in a different country when he died and even now that more than ten years past I still have to think about it to realize that he is really gone and not just off gallivanting somewhere. He is whom I think of when I experience the happiest or the most devastating of times. It is the memory of his pep talks, laughter and smile that sneak up on me when I least suspect them.
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Baoh said:


You just fucked me up so badly.

I am sorry for your (and the world's) loss.

:(
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LOL. I was thinking the same thing. Heartwrenching.
 
velvett said:
We were childhood friends, he younger than I but always the first to do everything. Strong in virtue and in promise with just slept on dark blond curls. He was always compassionate, respectful and completely reckless yet completely responsible at the same time.

Never guessed at anything – he always seemed to know just his way, his path to go.

I remember him joking with his mother while finishing off his parent's basement just before he went off to college. He was handy rugged yet gentle and intellectually deep. He knew how to sum up everything in a word or at its great length a sentence.

He taught me to drive a stick, put me on the back of his motorcycle and brought me to my first drive in movie. He told me in the light of the low hung full moon that I was beautiful when I felt the most awkward. He taught me how to take chances and not to find failure in anything that you’d wished had gone differently.

We played; we drove all of over the Northeast to our families’ chagrin while never planning nor worrying about what life will bring, we just lived everyday and chose our next experiences like picking produce from the fruit market.

The night of the day that he found out he was accepted to the Law School of his choice he had dinner with his parents to tell them that he’d changed his plans of Medical School to Law School.
After dinner he went out with friends to celebrate and when he went to bed that night we lost our just slept on dark blond boy.

I was in a different country when he died and even now that more than ten years past I still have to think about it to realize that he is really gone and not just off gallivanting somewhere. He is whom I think of when I experience the happiest or the most devastating of times. It is the memory of his pep talks, laughter and smile that sneak up on me when I least suspect them.
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That about brought a tear to my eye.
 
velvett said:
We were childhood friends, he younger than I but always the first to do everything. Strong in virtue and in promise with just slept on dark blond curls. He was always compassionate, respectful and completely reckless yet completely responsible at the same time.

Never guessed at anything – he always seemed to know just his way, his path to go.

I remember him joking with his mother while finishing off his parent's basement just before he went off to college. He was handy rugged yet gentle and intellectually deep. He knew how to sum up everything in a word or at its great length a sentence.

He taught me to drive a stick, put me on the back of his motorcycle and brought me to my first drive in movie. He told me in the light of the low hung full moon that I was beautiful when I felt the most awkward. He taught me how to take chances and not to find failure in anything that you’d wished had gone differently.

We played; we drove all of over the Northeast to our families’ chagrin while never planning nor worrying about what life will bring, we just lived everyday and chose our next experiences like picking produce from the fruit market.

The night of the day that he found out he was accepted to the Law School of his choice he had dinner with his parents to tell them that he’d changed his plans of Medical School to Law School.
After dinner he went out with friends to celebrate and when he went to bed that night we lost our just slept on dark blond boy.

I was in a different country when he died and even now that more than ten years past I still have to think about it to realize that he is really gone and not just off gallivanting somewhere. He is whom I think of when I experience the happiest or the most devastating of times. It is the memory of his pep talks, laughter and smile that sneak up on me when I least suspect them.
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All I can do is thank you for sharing something so personal while applauding your strength. Your words are eloquent as always.

:)
 
velvett said:
We were childhood friends, he younger than I but always the first to do everything. Strong in virtue and in promise with just slept on dark blond curls. He was always compassionate, respectful and completely reckless yet completely responsible at the same time.

Never guessed at anything – he always seemed to know just his way, his path to go.

I remember him joking with his mother while finishing off his parent's basement just before he went off to college. He was handy rugged yet gentle and intellectually deep. He knew how to sum up everything in a word or at its great length a sentence.

He taught me to drive a stick, put me on the back of his motorcycle and brought me to my first drive in movie. He told me in the light of the low hung full moon that I was beautiful when I felt the most awkward. He taught me how to take chances and not to find failure in anything that you’d wished had gone differently.

We played; we drove all of over the Northeast to our families’ chagrin while never planning nor worrying about what life will bring, we just lived everyday and chose our next experiences like picking produce from the fruit market.

The night of the day that he found out he was accepted to the Law School of his choice he had dinner with his parents to tell them that he’d changed his plans of Medical School to Law School.
After dinner he went out with friends to celebrate and when he went to bed that night we lost our just slept on dark blond boy.

I was in a different country when he died and even now that more than ten years past I still have to think about it to realize that he is really gone and not just off gallivanting somewhere. He is whom I think of when I experience the happiest or the most devastating of times. It is the memory of his pep talks, laughter and smile that sneak up on me when I least suspect them.
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Wow.
 
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