Do you remember any of your old high school flames?

October 12. This is one of the days that I note every time it passes. I was madly in love with a girl named Michele all through high school, but never had the guts to tell her. Finally, at a party on October 12 of my senior year, I told her. She responded by telling me that she had been crazy about me all through high school, but never had the guts to tell me.

We went out for two years, and O lordy, was I a goner for this girl. Made the fatal mistake of thinking we could hold it together even with both of us away at different colleges. By the end of freshman year, we were strangers to each other, and it ended badly.

I still think about here now and again, and always remember October 12. I've heard from friends that she is married and a mother now. That makes me very happy.

the black hole of loss memory! That way I keep repeating my mistakes!LOL

I think of what would have happened if I did the same thing
Turns out, we both worked at the same company 13years later
and in the same business 20years later!!!

Highschool sweetheart, we dated on and off for 2 years, it ended badly a NUMBER of times, but I just couldn't get myself to leave it alone. Finally realized that she was in it for herself and only looked oout for number one, but love is blind.

I still think about her, talked to her 2 years ago. She was/is doing fine (and very anti-Bush).

I would rather forget the fool I made of myself as a "youth" but I remember them! :)

JCCyC's flame: J, are you okay?
JCCyC: (stares blankly, unable to move)

She was a beauty, but really not so nice. She followed in her mother's footsteps and became a hardcore Republican.

I guess it's right what they say: Beauty is as beauty does....

Still, those were good days, all those many years ago.

was with a lovely 17 year old beauty who accepted my engagement ring when we graduated and I went off to overseas in the USAF... she went on to college... when I came home, she was still in college and asked me to wait until she graduated because her parents had paid for her college and she wanted to finish. I was an IDIOT--- said nope... and left her and went off and married another girl...

Long story short... I am now 63, been married twice and last year about this time, I found her... by asking around on the net at some school places and... within one month of me finding her, she had died of a massive heart attack... I will always and forever love her... and I miss her this moment.

and I'm a tough old bird.

and I am a tough old bird as well... her name was Beverly and she lives here... in my heart. I have a news clipping with her photo that a lady sent me... and it is in my Bible by my bed... my wife knows and understands...

If there is love that lasts through eternity, ours (well mine anyway) was (is) one...

My sister ran in to my old high school flame 2 weeks ago. She had to call and tell me about it for some reason. Then this past weekend I ran in to an old friend of mine that used to hang out with her and me. So 2 weeks in a row I was reminded of her.
This time of the year always does it a little also because she was a football cheerleader in high school and I had to go to the games.
She too is married and has children, I am happy for her also.

Thankfully I'm still best friends with her.

No flames :cry:

It's ok. :hug:

Nobody liked me in high school...

Sorry but that is too funny.

But whatever. Glad you thought it was funny.

(While I'm complaining...I miss your scrolling underpants :()

and it turned out like yours. I will never forget her, though. It's hard to extinguish the flame of love.

For me, it was my girlfriend from sophmore year... we broke up... i took it hard for the rest of the HS years and well into college days... finally got over it and then 25 years later she discovered my email address through classmates.com and we were in contact with one another again. After high school, she ended up getting married twice, me once and yet once we reconnected, it seems like no time had passed. We are great friends to this day.

We dated off an on for 8 years, and I took it hard each time we parted, she has been married twice and me once yet after 22 years it was like no time passed. We are best of friends now.

The differences are I found her on classmates.com rather than the reverse, 22 years instead of 25, and I was NEVER, nor will I ever be able to get over it.

Pined away for two years, till he finally asked me out. Lost my virginity to him on Christmas Day, 1975. He dropped me three weeks later. Sigh. And I sometimes wonder why I haven't always been real successful in affairs of the heart! :crazy:

I still think about him, surprisingly often considering I've only seen him once in the last 28 years. I guess this sort of stuff never quite goes away, does it?

screwing guys on Christmas! shocking. ;)

no, that was a sweet story. I still think about this guy I had a crush on in 10th grade. He was the bass player in the jazz band and had long red hair. I had several boyfriends in high school, but for some reason I still think about him and sigh a little.

Makes Christmas take on a whole new meaning, don't it? ;)

It's pretty much paralyzed me emotionally ever since.

So goes it.

We only saw each other for a few months, but it was a glorious few months. To quote Bob Seger, "We weren't in love, oh no, far from it. We weren't searching for some high in the sky summit. We were just young and restless and bored."

It was my first time being with a girl. It was the summer time and we were out of school and my parents were away at work. You can imagine the rest. It was definitely a lot of fun. When school started up she became interested in another guy and called it quits between us. I wasn't really heart broken, but I missed her for a while.

It turns out that she is bi-sexual. The last I heard of her she was living happily with a woman. I wished her all the best.

Thirty years ago and I STILL haven't forgiven my parents for that...

Even the few female teachers were not all that...Mary Kay LeTourneau, where were you then?

:cry:

"Mary Kay LeTourneau, where were you then?"

We might just need a thread for crushes on teachers. I Googled my teacher crush recently, and even my high school flame, brief though our time was. They're apparently both still in the same area, and I have moved many times since then, even spending some time overseas.

Mostly I think about what I should have said and done, and how true is the adage "Too soon old, too late smart." Oh, to have been confident and articulate at age 16.

Only one meant anything. We were together from the end of my sophomore year to my junior year (he was a year older), then he sort of freaked and bolted leaving me rather broken hearted. He "loved me too much" and it was "too intense". His dad terrified him into think he'd get me pregnant if we kept going. A few months later, he went out with the most boring girl in the universe. Every so often, he'd call me saying how much he missed me, visited me at work, and we had a few kissing sessions, but he never found his way back to me really. I didn't wallow alone. I did go out with other people, but it was usually for a few weeks or so and nothing ever clicked (no problems getting people to like me, just not many I liked back) until I was out of high school and met my husband. I've been with him since the Fall of 1990 and I was 18, now it's ending. I've been long over the old high school guy, but remember him alone as the one that "got under my skin". Last I heard (about 4 years ago), he still lived with his parents. His main problem was he needed to grow a bigger set of balls. Last I knew, it still was.

30 years.

sweet

I know. Everyone say 'awwww'

...in every notebook and on every book cover during high school; even all over my cut-offs and t-shirts, one summer.

We've been married 37 years.

The Tikkis

A long story. Very sad.

How horrible for you. :(

24 years, and she was only 18. She had everything to live for, too.

Today they have good drugs to help that kind of thing. They did not come out in time to help her.

If she were alive I would probably never talk to her, but it is still a strange feeling to know I can never talk to her again.

and you can't prove otherwise.

Bad :spank: Bad

I married her!

We've had two wonderful, intelligent (read 'smart-ass') sons and been together almost 24 years. Been hopelessly entranced since the first kiss and I can't 'pass the day without her' as Bowie said.

Stole her from a friend and didn't care one bit. We started out with nothing, living in the in-laws basement while I went to college (and she took care of the new baby), scraped our way into a middle class life, holding on to each other through the ups and downs.

- just wanted to try balance the 'lost loves' theme going on.

Awwwwwww

..but its not my fault. She's a witch! Seriously, she's a decendant of Giles and Martha Cory - executed for witchcraft in Salem.

lol

sorry, I broke into Monty Python again.... And besides I resemble the "Witch" remark. Oh well, Welcome to DU!:hi:

She was wonderful. She only cheated on me a few times before following me to Florida to college. We split up, got back together, then split again. She taught me exactly what I DON'T want in a woman, and that the sum is definitely more than the parts, if you know what I mean. For that, I hold a special place for her, and I'm thankful.

The funny thing is, I think she liked me too at different times over those years. Small school in a small town: we ran in the same circle of friends.

I asked her out once in high school, and she turned me down. Said (and I'm not making this up): "I think I have to wash my hair that night." Later, she wrote rather a long apology for that in my yearbook.

We lived in a small town. I went out of my way to drive past her house every night from my summer job, just to know where she was.

I went off to college and she stayed in our town. Home on Christmas break one year I ran into her at a shop she was working at. I don't know what the hell was wrong with me - I didn't ask her out. I think she may have gone out with me then.

Ran into her at our five-year reunion. She was with her husband; I was still single. She was so beautiful that night.

That last meeting was 25 years ago, and hardly a day goes by that I don't think about her.

He was 21, we met online and man...I thought this guy was my soul mate. We talked about marriage, children, the whole nine yards. He lived a little less than an hour away from me, but I made the trip to his house all the time, just to be with him.
He left me a couple months ago, claiming one reason was he was going to move to Florida to get a job there, and he also was "falling out of love" with me. Ouch, that's probably the most hurtful thing anyone can say. Not to mention, he bought the plane ticket while we were still dating.
I think about him all the time, he's even in my dreams which always end badly. I'm convinced that we are meant to be together; I'd never felt anything for anyone that could compare to what we had, and I doubt I ever will.
18, and already broken-hearted and bitter, unsure that I can ever open my heart up again. Sometimes I wish I'd never even met him, because you don't know the real meaning of sadness until you've experienced bliss.

20+ years ago.

Mary was amazing. As was Brenda.

And I had a couple of unrequited crushes I still remember to this day, Diana and Carol.

Ah, good times. Sort of.

might help if I got off the internet so I could get his call. Only one phone line here.

when I visited my mum in Illinois recently I was raking leaves in her front lawn when a car pulled up - the guy said HEY SUSAN! REMEMBER ME? I thought, oh lord, it's one of those tests again (I have a pretty poor memory). He said we had dated for six months 30 years ago. He DID look a bit familiar . . . . . . :o

behind the roller rink.......

got groped by Rachel under the bleachers....

frenched Nancy behind the gym.....

:D

just kidding.

i have ALWAYS been a slut!!

I'm still very close friends with my first love from back when I was a freshman in high school. I'm an "aunt" to his little girls. Had the chance to re-live the past several years ago and like an idiot I didn't reach out and take it. *exasperated sigh at self*

We were young and stupid but we really cared about each other and that survived even after the "romance" didn't. :) He gave me a first time I won't ever forget and a little corner of my heart will still be a little bit in love with him until the day I die. I consider that a good thing. :)

You have to show up for a chat to get that.

howdy Tex. :)

was after three bowls of beans and cornbread. With about 5 jalapenos on top of that. Shot out about 10 feet.

and editing the school paper. But I did find out years after graduation that one of my closest male friends had a huge crush on me and never pursued it. And I was also told right around graduation by another male friend that all the guys in school were "afraid" of me. Gee, that made me feel really good. :eyes:

but future hubby was student body president...... The rise and fall created nuance I never knew existed.


He is looking over my shoulder as I type (slap)

My first flame after high school mistreated me. She ended up marrying a woman I knew. I haven't talked with either of them for over twenty years, and I don't know if I could. It ended very badly. We were fighting and I jumped out of her moving car and never saw her again. She mailed me my stuff without a note.

we got in touch years later and became friends - nothing romantic. I mentioned in another thread that a friend took me to a Pia Zadora concert, she's the one that did.

stumbled on a post from my 1st g/f ever; GRADESCHOOL, mind you, whilst googling the other night. emailed her, now we're penpals! very fun.

nice story, WP!

We had a brief but intense relationship when I was 17 and he 18. I last saw him in Paris in 1983. We were completely out of touch for 15 years. He looked me up in 1999, although I was wary of picking up the friendship again.

We wound up in the same line of work (although he's much better at it.) We are amazed by the similarities in outlook--we talk politics and shop all the time. He considers me one of his few close friends. As for me, well, he still moves me. I feel such sadness and longing. What if.

...Leanne was a bad girl, and I was nuts about her. We lost touch for 15 years or so, but crossed paths on the 'net a year or so ago. Turns out she worked as a feature stripper to put herself through business school, but ended up making so much money she didn't finish the school, and instead retired to a horse ranch she bought in California. Divorced twice, no kids.

...Carol was my first real girlfriend, but I was kind of a heel to her, and it ended badly. We went our separate ways, but I ran into her on a street in Vancouver recently. She's a lawyer with a cute 4 year old daughter and a hubby who is friends with my soon-to-be-ex.

except for maybe Chavez...

:cry:

Boys didn't like me until after high school! Then things picked up! LOL

October 20 reminds me of my most serious high school flame. That's his birthday. Why do I need to remember this?

:hi:

:silly:

until well into college life. I still think about a certain red-headed Iowa farm boy. ;-)

at end of senior year (1966). After I moved from Tampa, found out through alumni assoc that he'd been living for about 2-3 years about 10 miles from me.

Knew him since I was 8 and thought he was a jerk. Fell in love with him one day when I was 15 - just saw him in a different light. We went out for 2 1/2 years but it was hard. He lived in a different town, my father was strict so I had to sneak around and both of us were going through traumatic family stuff.

We kept each other sane through all of that. On my 18th birthday in 1979, he hitchhiked 20 miles through a blizzard at night with a bottle of 151 rum to spend my b'day with me because I had to babysit for my nephew. He ended up spending the night (platonically) and the following morning, I kissed him goodbye. It was the last time we were really together - just drifted apart.

No regrets and no desire to reconnect. He later got married, I did too and I haven't seen him in over 25 years. He will always be 18 years old and beautiful to me.

Had some crushes, had some flings...

RL

:D We both turned out to be gay after high school. That explained a lot! :)

OK, I've been happily married for 35 years, but Carolyn?
If you're out there?
Call me.

I didn't have many but there were some. Looking back on it, I realized how many opportunities I missed that were staring me right in the face. I feel like kicking myself now, I was such an idiot. The girls probably thought so too. They were right.

Didn't really date til I was about 17 anyway.. ( I was a serious student, and too busy)I had a lot of guy "friends", and we all hung out in groups.... When I was 17, I dated a guy who was 20.. When I was 18 I dated a guy who was 25..

At 20, I married my husband who was 26 when we married..


I guess I never liked "boys"..:)

I generally went for older ones too. Usually just a year or two older for most of high school, but once I was 18, it became 21, 24, then 27(who I married). Not that age always equates with maturity, but I have always felt a bit more emotionally evolved than men my age if you're speaking on generalities. Even now in my early 30's, I see there's too many who seem to have retained a level of fat, beer-guzzling fratboyness even if they're professional people. Doesn't work for me as far as a relationship. Maybe I'm too serious and should relax more (as I'm told), but that's me.

I went out with when I was 17. Or the 42 year-old guy I dated at 18. Fortunately I met a woman at 19 who I fell in love with much closer to my age. :D

Man, I don't even know if I'd want 53 now (give me 37-45 or so in my case at the moment; perhaps a nice, even 40 maybe). I have a feeling those dudes must have been a bit creepy from the sounds of it. :scared:
Glad you found a better relationship soon after (and now too). :D

in a Repertory company in Dallas and he was the Major General.... A "Modern Major General" indeed... he was quite young for his age actually...

Glad it wasn't a bad experience. :)

:D

I'm married and I still think about my first love everyday. I have missed him until it hurts. It's nice to know that others carry the eternal flame as well. Yet at the same time it gives me no hope that it will ever stop hurting . 10 years is nothing compared to some others here. I guess some people find a permanent place in your heart.

Katie was somebody that I first met in 11th Grade A.P. History class. Mr. Brian Liebman had us sit alphabetically. Incidentally, I was to the seat directly left of Katie’s. I don’t remember feeling much for her that year. Not to say that we weren’t chummy. Honestly, I just can’t recall much of our relationship that year. The one thing I remember was, at the time, we were both fans of Mr. Bill O’Reilly. Hopefully, she has come to her senses, as have I, about the machinations of Mr. O’Reilly. For some reason, I did enjoy his program at one point. But that was a long, long time ago. It’s funny how some things can completely slip my mind. I remember thinking that she had brown hair early in 11th Grade and dyed it blond. It could be that I am thinking of another person. Nevertheless, I think I started liking her nearing the spring of 2001. It’s not like me to forget details like this.

We met again at the beginning of 12th Grade. By pure luck, we were in three of the same classes together. The courses were A.P. Physics, A.P. Calculus, and Spanish IV. I remember being a bit closer with her than the previous year. We would chat almost every day during these classes. I wouldn’t say we were “best friends”, but we had a very cordial relationship. We’d go outside sometimes during Spanish class and talk after we got all our work done. We shared many similarities. She is Catholic; I can still call myself Catholic if I want to. I discovered that we were both liberal Democrats. She was a self-professed “bleeding heart”.

I would intentionally get to school around 7:25 so I could walk with her on the way to 1st Period Physics. We would talk about upcoming assignments, political events, or goings-on in our personal lives. Any time that you can spend one-on-one with someone you really like is a very good thing. I remember how one morning, I was carrying our set of newspapers in from my car. The day prior, I had picked them up from the Lake Worth Herald. I think we were the only three people at the school to know about Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez. Katie and I both were sympathetic to Chavez, while Hyne vehemently opposed him. Incidentally, by some stroke of luck, I had gotten the story of Chavez’s coup on the front page of “The Panther Prowler”. The Sunday prior, she had seen an interview with the beloved Chavez on “60 Minutes”. Long story short, I felt I could speak with her at a level above most of the other students at DHS.

Over the course of 12th Grade, I would do whatever possible to be around her. I’d go to Physics tutoring after class. I’d offer to help her run errands when the opportunity presented itself. She had a boyfriend, Ryan, for the first part of 12th Grade. Around January or February, she broke it off with her. That is when I started to lose it. I knew exactly what I wanted but was woefully unequipped to do anything about it. For about a week, I was in a complete daze. I remember sitting and home and sleeping most of the time. It was easier when I knew there was nothing to do about it. But when prime time arrived, I was unable to come through. I kept telling myself that I would do something, but for some reason it never happened. I guess I procrastinated so much that I lost track of time.

I left DHS without even a valid email address or a phone number I could call. How could I be so stupid as to let even just the friendship evaporate? She was never much for school spirit. Therefore, I didn’t see her at any of the Senior Week events. That’s typically when everybody signs the yearbooks and give out contact information. I saw her for an instant on Graduation Day, but wasn’t able to catch her before she drove away. I went to Project Graduation that night hoping to see her there. A ton of graduates were in attendance, but not her. I tried emailing using an address listed from a teacher's group email. Multiple tries yielded only returned messages. Her email was not a valid address anymore. That’s pretty much where any hopes of contacting her ended.

I did try and google her name, but to no avail. From time to time, I’ll check the AIM Find-a-friend hoping to find her name. Now, she lives in Central FL. Nothing of any relevance has been found.

It’s my understanding that she’s in her Junior year at Rollins College in Winter Park. Originally, she was going to attend Davidson in South Carolina. Eventually she decided to go to the small private university in Florida.

What do I think my relationship could have been, had I handled it differently? I believe that the distance would have killed any chance of a romantic relationship. I often wonder if she knew how I felt about her. My guess is that it would have been hard not to at least have some idea. I actually think I would have had a chance with her, were I more prepared to adapt to situations. Katie was a very beautiful girl, IMO. I think that the other person who knows of her would vouch for that. She could have been one of the most popular girls in school. It wasn’t that she wasn’t well liked. But she didn’t like the “popular crowd”. She didn’t go to Homecoming or football games. She liked to hang out with the people who weren’t as popular, me included. That included people like my other good friend Tyler. I don’t think it’s that she felt sorry for us. Rather, she wasn’t drawn to people who were arrogant.

All of this leads up to my conclusion. In reality, I don’t think about Katie every night before I go to sleep. In fact, she crosses my mind only once a week, and I don’t give it much thought. Sometimes I might exaggerate for hyperbolic effect. There were times that I was obsessive, but they are in the past. I know what the reality is. It’s unlikely that I’ll ever see her face again. There’s always the opportunity that I’ll see her at a 5 or 10 year reunion. I do check the reunion websites to see if she’s registered. Up to now, she has not. I don’t plan to mention her again on my blog, once I get done recapping my high school years. I do wish that things had turned out differently. It would have been nice to maintain at least an Internet connection. But they didn’t, and the ship has probably sailed on that.

I hope that if this ever got back to her, perhaps by being found through Google, that she wouldn’t be offended by my writings. I am not a stalker or anything of the sort. She was simply the most beautiful and kind girl that I have met in my entire life. She’s the kind of person that made you feel good about yourself. She never gave the impression that she was better than anybody else. She is someone that I am proud to say I knew, even if it was only for two years. Above all else, she taught me a valuable lesson. When you meet someone that unique and special, it’s a tragedy to let them fall out of your life. I don’t care if it was as a girlfriend or a platonic pal. For having known her, I am definitely a smarter and more focused individual.

Call me the long-term guy. It went on about two years too long because I was chicken to make up my mind, and ended badly as well. Not my finest hour. Lessons learned.

I was way too young for total devotion though, and eventually, a year into college, I dumped her for someone else. Then I got dumped by somebody and then I dumped somebody and somebody dumped me and I dumped somebody and so on.

Every few years my old high school flame used to write me letters asking how I was. Usually I wasn't too good, but I try never to go backwards, so I wouldn't say much. Eventually she was no longer able to reach the friends who were always giving her my address.

Thirteen years out of high school, I got married. My wife, who is younger than I am, used to get these rather strange letters from various guys she knew in college who would write her love poems based on their memories of her. A few times they showed up at the door, wanting to know if she was happy. Most of the time, it left my wife depressed to think of these guys pining over her. She was sure none of them actually knew her.

Nobody writes us anymore, and we're totally in the present, which -aside from the Bush usurpation - is rather happy. We kind of remember all those people, but they don't mean anything.

I used to pick her up in my '62 Chevy every morning, and we'd drive to high school together. One morning she came out in light blue crushed velvet hot pants and perfume everywhere. Being cool, I slammed the Chevy into reverse and promply ran into the mailbox post. We decided to skip school. :)

Last I knew she was a Major in the Air Force, and VERY conservative.

<sigh> How could she go so wrong????

... and it is pretty painful. I was too ignorant to realize the incredible potential until it was long gone :(.

Oh well, these learning experiences are what eventually help us figure it all out :)

We met in Earth Science class my freshman year, he was a Junior. Our first date was May 31, 1972 and I was just 2 months past 15 years old. He went into the Navy when he graduated and I still have my high school diary full of letters on Navy stationary. He always told me not to tie myself down to him and he dated others occasionally and so did I. I ended up getting married before he came home.

Thru the years we have kept in touch. He never did marry and is now 49. I used to tease him that it was because I ruined him for other women, but he just could not settle down. The word committment caused him great distress and I'm sure he is still seeing a few different women and having a good time.

Every time I hear that Diamond Rio song "What Might Have Been" I see his face in my mind.

:grr:

What Might Have Been by Diamond Rio


Sure I think about you now and then,
but it's been a long, long time.
I've got a good life now, I've moved on,
so when you cross my mind....

I try not to think about what might have been,
Cause that was then,
and we have taken different roads.
We can't go back again,
there's no use giving in,
and there's no way to know, what might have been.

We can sit and talk about this all night long,
and wonder why we didn't last.
Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know,
but we'll have to leave them in the past.

So try not to think about what might have been,
Cause that was then,
and we have taken different roads.
We can't go back again,
there's no use giving in,
and there's no way to know, what might have been.

The same old look in your eyes,
it's a beautiful night,
I'm so tempted to stay.
But too much time has gone by,
we should just say goodbye,
and turn and walk away.

I try not to think about what might have been,
Cause that was then,
and we have taken different roads.
We can't go back again,
there's no use giving in,
and there's no way to know, what might have been.

No, we'll never know....
What might have been.

:hi:

he was a senior. Our names were not far apart in the alphabet, so our lockers were near. I found a way to go to my locker between every other class - and the path to take that we would cross paths - between each class *swoon*. He was quite shy. On the football team. That year I was a cheerleader - which gave me a little access to other guys on the team. One of his friends dated one of my friends and caught wind of my mad crush... set us up for new years eve *doubleswoon*. For me, it was a great date. I guess it was cool for him (or so I was told) but he was too shy to ask for another date (or so I was told, and my ego let me believe). We kept "running into each other" between classes on the way to our lockers (how conveeeenient...) On occaision I wouild have a meet (a differnt sport) on the same day as a game (to cheer) and wouldn't be able to get food...would find some way to ask him (who had a car) to go to the store and buy me an apple and orange juice for dinner (who ate like that? and how manipulative was that?)... but only had another date or two the rest of the year *sigh*.

He went off to college. Shortly before new years eve, the friend who had brokered the first date (eg he arranged it) ran into me at the mall and told me that my old crush was interesteds in going out on new years eve, if I was interested. I said I was... but... he didn't call and didn't call. The night before new years eve another friend and I (whose steady boyfriend hadn't yet shored up their plans) vowed to stick together for the big night - and turn down the guys plans - to make a point. We pushed each other not to bend so that neither would be stranded. BOth called, we turned them down - and ran into them that night. The friend who had tried to "broker" the date was confused (but they guy didn't call until new years eve to ask me out for new years eve... at seventeen I had the nerve to call him andhis buddy on that.) Even so, he always left me feeling inadequeate...e.g, we went out just before prom - but he didn't invite me to prom... or even at that last new years... he was supposedly interested but couldn't call me up? Back then I felt that if I had been cuter, more interesting, or more anything... maybe more would have happened. Fast forward about four years to my petty moment...

My senior year in college I was home for the hollidays, at a party. Ran into this former crush - whom I had devoted my hallway passing times through my sophomore year... among other fruitless sighing/crush times - and he was balding, akward, and had slightly off-putting breath. We spoke for a couple of minutes... and I walked away thinking... "what was I thinking..."

:hi: Great story!

:hi: How I regret that I have so little time these days to spend with friends. I think of that story now, many years later, and reflect on how petty that last reaction was. Great to be back in company that can hear the story, reflect on who I am today (try not to be very petty) - and let me have that moment without feeling a little guilty about it. Thanks. Btw, it is very nice to "see" you this evening!

time. Of course, I'll regret it in the morning...but that's tomorrow. It's good to see you too!

Thanks! :hi:

When Pitt was in town?

Omg, okay who are you (I think I remember the names from that night).... not that guy. Though that was my first "official" date. On bicycles (I was in eighth grade he was in seventh). Brokered (on his behalf) by a third party (he was to afraid of me to call me directly - was I that intimidating, verbally, even back then?). Ice cream - whoa boy - a single date. Certainly not worth the lines I recieved back at the bar in B-ton (always remembered me... as if I was the one - on the bicycle after the single first date - who got away...) LOL I forgot about that. No my story to tell - my first big crush (I thought more) and its "conclusion" - or at least my last thoughts on it (many, many years ago) is much more petty.

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might believe so based on those banners... but I have it narrowed down to a few ;-)

to read the bio... hi Doc!

Never followed up from a very long time ago conversation... the nephew ended up at Purdue... was intrigued by Rose, but in the end wanted the larger school environment. Have a few more nephews in the pipeline... several with engineering interests... it might happen yet...

were together, all he could think about was his damned cars. I was the girl sitting on the hood of another car patiently waiting. When we were off again, he spent all of his time trying to get me back again. The last time I ran into him I was HUGELY pregnant with my son. I probably killed it for him wanting me back. Ya think? :hi:

but I'm not gonna fucking tell you her name.

but unfortunately he like me much better than I liked him. He was very persistent and I consented to marry him after we both finished college. I grew to care for him, but that didn't keep me from dating other boys when I could. I moved from South Carolina to Hawaii in my junior year, and the next year he gave up a scholarship to Duke to move to Hawaii and attend a tiny college to be near me. I did not treat him well, though. Immediately after high school I broke up with him to date an older man I met and fell for shortly after I arrived in Hawaii. We dated for two months before he dumped me, totally breaking my heart. My highschool boyfriend had stuck around just in case, and he moved in , assuming I would take him back. I didn't, and it took several years for him to realize that yes, it was really over.

I think of him sometimes and I've even got his email address. He is recently divorced and I'm not surprised, becasue he doesn't seem to have grown up much over the years. He sort of got his revenge, though, because I ached for years over the man I dumped him for.

Sounds like kind of a similar story--though I met her at the beginning of my senior year and we took up almost immediately. We were together about a year and a half, and it was one of the happiest times of my life, easily. It was that innocent and completely pure type of love affair, and there are times even now that I wish we had made it. Long distance did us in, too, and we didn't speak to each other for several years. 9/11 brought us back to speaking terms, at least, and we're friends now. Seeing her again was one of the most gratifying experiences of my life.

we have known each other for 25 years. We broke up a year or so after HS because our families thought 'we should'.

I guess true love does conquor all.

I remember.

The first two dumped me for men, then I figured out which ones were going to be my best friends and which ones I got to date - although it took me a year.

The third was a summer romance that I didn't realize was only a summer romance... school started again and I was history as far as he was concerned.

The fourth I met three months later (I was 16, he was 18), we dated for three years, lived together for almost six years and then got married. We've been married for almost 24 years (25 in February), however, we celebrated our 6th anniversary this year. Think about the last sentence for a minute and it will make sense.

I haven't seen any of the first three in decades. I did end up at the same university - in the same program (acting) as the second one. Coincidentally, the lover of the first one was one of my instructors. Nothing in my life experience up to that point prepared me for that one. I'm afraid that instructor and I didn't get along very well.

We started dating the summer before my senior year. That fall was blissful - we were so much in love. We talked about our relationship like it was never-ending and that it was just assumed we'd be together forever.

To make a VERY long story short, after several months we started breaking up, getting back together, breaking up, repeat. Even when we were "broken up" we weren't actually apart... we were together all the time and when we couldn't be we were on the phone.

Sadly, this back and forth ended up going on long after high school - for 3 years actually. It got to a point where he wanted me, but didn't want to commit and I finally tired of it and moved on. I started dating my now husband and former flame tried to commit then but it was too little too late. He joined the Air Force and I got married to my husband who joined the Army and we went our separate ways.

He got married a few years later. 8 years after I saw him last, before I was married, we found each other online and emailed a bit about 4 years ago. It was wonderful but weird and TOO familiar. He was the love of my life and hurt me deeply and it was bringing that all back to the surface. For my own sanity, I let contact dwindle.

But I think about him often, and when the leaves start changing and there is a nip in the air it always reminds me of him and our innocent wide-eyed love affair.

Sometimes I wonder what he's up to these days. He was such a sweet guy. I didn't break up with him nicely and I've always felt bad about that - I was young and didn't know how to break up gently.

We dated for 2 years (if you can call it that), then she moved away. She came back a couple of times a year and we would always get together. I moved away to NO, then she called me one week and asked me to meet her in my home town. I went up there....she told me that the guy she had been dating asked her to marry him and she wanted to know what I thought. I told her that I was ok with it as long as she was happy. (She later told me that she desperately wanted me to tell her no, and to tell her I wanted her). She got married, later I got married, and she divorced. We still stayed friends over the years. I got divorced 3 years ago, and she heard about it through the grapevine. We talked just about every single night for three months, then decided to meet up in Atlanta (I live on the west coast now and she lives on the east coat). We spent a week together, and I was the happiest I had been in 15 years. We are so different now...we have kids on both sides, and lot's of obstacles. We had talked about moving together somewhere closer to the east coast, and I was more than willing to pick up and start over. As time went on it became harder and harder, and we just couldn't see how it was going to work. A prime argument for waiting too long. We waited 30 years, and are still crazy about each other....we are just powerless to do anything about it anymore, and it hurts very badly...:(

The first was a young woman with a terribly short attention span. I was as dedicated to her as they come, but I should have taken the hint when she started referring to me as her "puppy dog". Still, she was the first long term sexual relationship I ever had and I'll never forget her. Last I heard she's been married four times and has five kids by the four guys, so I guess I really didn't miss much :)

The second will stay imprinted simply because of shock value. I was nearly 16 and met this beautiful 15 year old girl at a party. We had a passionate, but short, relationship. It turned out that she had lied to me about her age and was still a week short of her 13th birthday. She was a very well developed 12 year old, but I felt sick for a week after finding out the truth.

But it was the third that I consider my great mistake. I met her when I was 15, dated her for two years, without having any kind of sex or physical relationship outside of kissing. She was stunningly intelligent, beautiful, devoted, and pretty much everything I ever wanted in a woman. Her tastes mirrored mine, her interests and mine were a perfect fit, and we loved each other intensely. Then, one day, we finally had sex. She felt so guilty about it that she wouldn't see me for three weeks. Events then transpired against us...I got increasingly mad that she wouldn't talk to me, and her "friends" had apparently started a rumor that I was seeing someone else. She finally came to me one day to tell me that it was over. I was so upset that I didn't realize that she was testing me, said some very hurtful things back, and walked away. It would be three years before we would talk and figure out what happened, but by then it was too late.

For me, this has always been the hardest relationship to think about. I bumped into her about two years ago, after a decade without contact, and we had lunch together. During that lunch we both discovered that our goals and interests were still there, and that, as odd as it sounds, we still loved each other. All I could think about was jetting away with this perfect woman to some far flung corner of the world and spending the rest of our lives together. She told me that she was married and had one kid, but after two hours of talking she admitted flat out that she should have married me. She loved me, and wanted to resume our relationship. I loved her, and I wanted to do the same.

She gave me her phone number when I left that restaraunt and told me to call her. I burned it an hour later. My wife and I are both bisexual, meaning that we certainly have a more open relationship than most, but I knew that any kind of involvement with this woman would destroy my relationship with my family and my children. I loved her, but I love my wife just as much. So I never called her back, I never looked her up, and I've avoided that restaraunt ever since on the off chance that we'll bump into each other again. Still, my heart hurts whenever I think about her.

I met my fourth serious HS girlfriend a few weeks before my 18th birthday. I'm married to her today.