What is the name of your first love?

My first love's name is Nick. He's my only love. Before him, there were a few that I just knew I loved, but until the real thing comes along, you never realize how empty the rest are.
 
My first boyfriend was Tom, we were both 2 when we met, and at the tender age of 5 after lots of shared baths and several stolen kisses, we decided we would get married. He had big blue eyes and black hair, and the smoothest olive skin. And at 10, he decided we should sleep together, naked, in his bed, because it's "more comfortable" that way. Our parents didn't agree. Nothing happened, just a lot of awkward groping. He plays basketball for USC now, and I've met and fallen truly in love for the first time with someone even more remarkable than him. I would mention his name but since he's also a member of Lit, it's his choice to reveal his name.

But I love him heart and soul, more than I thought could ever be possible, and I can see happily ever after with him.
 
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My first love? I don't know if it was love, but then again at age 6 what could be more pure than the sweet kiss from -Peter- after he walked me home from kindergarten.

A few sweet moments and emotions between then and now.

My last love was my husband, I'm still loving him.
 
Her first name was Mountain, her last was Dew. Oh the memories. We would go out late at night and be very intimate. She was as sweet as honey, and at times very cold. I love her yet today.:heart: :devil:
 
Sean Ryan. 4th grade. We held hands while we walked on the playground at recess. He had the longest black eyelashes I'd ever seen on anyone, male, or female, surrounding these beautiful, sea-green eyes.

*sigh*

I switched schools and never saw him again.
 
Oooh first "love"...I totally remember him. He was adorable right up until he dumped me for a so called friend. Worked out fine in the end...for me. She got stuck with him!!

Second "love" was more fun.
 
First love was named Sharon.

Loved her, tried so hard to make her happy....

Alas, she dumped me for a goth.

Oh, well. Things happen.
 
Frist real kiss: Brian. He had jade green eyes, thick brown waves, and had 7 girlfriends in the 4th grade. None of them were me, but we walked home together most days. His parents where hippies and had a poster of two skeletons doing all sorts of strange things on their closet door. He asked me if I wanted to kiss. I said sure. So we sat behind the bush to the left of his porch and kissed.

Frist real crush: Kenton. He was Native American and had a dark red corderoy coat and a girl friend in another school. I never wrote him poems or anything, but just seeing him and talking to him always made my tummy tingle and my heart beat faster and just happy to see his dark eyes and white teeth.

Frist real love: Jim. The strangest thing when we met. He was standing under a street lamp with his back to me with a friend of mine. A deep male voice behind me said "This person will be very important in your life." I turned around, no one there. No TV sets on in the closed and dark windows, nothing. She ditched him with me and we spend five hours together before I ever found out his name. Then I didn't see him again until two weeks later. I went to visit my friend Leo and Jim was his new room mate. Our daughter has his eyes, but some other woman wears his ring.
 
I haven't had a first love yet. I mean a real first love. I have confused what love is for a long time. I think I've figured it out now, what love really is, and how it has to be if you are to gain it. It is easy to think of it in terms of qualities, but finding someone who fits that match is the trouble for people. I am lucky in a way, and unlucky in another. I have someone in mind that fits the qualities that really support what I think a good person is outwardly, and even though this person has inward struggles of confidance, he is still a good person as best he can, cause he cares about how people feel. That I really admire.

Heh, Good thread Mama! :heart: I like reading these.
I'll let you know the minute I get to be with the person I could love, if I could be with him.
 
Tammy was my first. I was 13 and we went to the Expo 86 grounds for our first date. I don't remember why but a kid named Jeremy Jessum screwed it up for both of us.
First Loves Ahhhhhhh!:rose:
 
First crush was in 6th grade- his name was Ryan. He had curly brown hair and the biggest brown eyes....sigh....

First love was my husband- we were high school sweethearts. Six years later we were married. Now twelve years later we are divorcing.
 
My 1st love was Tim Hohorst we were in high school...he had brown curly hair and the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen,my mom still sees his folks and I know he lives in Fairbanks Ak now with his wife and kids. He would proably be surprised I still think of him from time to time and always with a smile he was a nice guy.

My heartbreak love would be Warren my high school sweetheart our son looks just like him but he will never know it cause he doesn't come around *sigh* oh well no lose my son is better off.

My GREATEST and forever love is my husband Jimmy,he has raised our son since he was born and even when I was preggers with him took care of us. He works hard,plays hard and makes me smile everyday along with the fact I know he loves me more than anything and I love him more than the air I breathe, my son and I are lucky to have him shoulda married him when I was alot younger but waited til our son was 4. OK enough thread hijacking LOL :nana:
 
Barbara D.

2nd grade, first girl to make my lil' heart to go pitter-patter. I used to want to sit next to her, hold hands, talk to her, swing on the swings with her, hear her call my name, and smell her hair.

First lust: Josie, we were 12, after a swim in my pool, in my bedroom.

2nd Love: Rebecca, high school, same symptoms as Barbara, except I wanted to play with her boobies and eat her pussy, married her at 18, divorced at 25.

*I've bored you long enough.
 
Paul. I still remember him like it was yesterday. We met in 1st grade, and he was the meanest, most smartassed boy you could imagine. He grew up eventually, but by that time I had moved on...not necessarily to better things, but I think I will always have a soft spot in my heart for him.

Ever since then, guys named Paul, just do it for me...but then, that could also be because guys named Paul, are usually hotties :heart:
 
I've had one and only, and her name's heather. Never even had another g/f, but this lady and I are nearing our 5th year of marriage. :D
 
His name was Rob.

We met when I was just shy of 16. On a school trip to Great Adventures a bunch of friends decided to go see the haunted house. I was too scared to go in, so my friend Mario promised to hold my hand. Somehow at the end of the house tour I was holding onto Rob's hand instead.

We were an item from that point on. Lasted about 4 yrs.
 
My first real love was Justin.
*dreamy sigh*
He was tall and athletic (he ran track) and had beautiful blue eyes.
We dated off and on throughout high school and we did a lot of experimenting together.

Today we're both married to other people and live in different states but our first born children were born around the same time and have amazingly similiar names. The big diffenrence was he had a daughter and I had a son.
 
Heather.
I was 14, she was 16. We had sex in a conference room of Owen Library on the Campus of Weslyan University in Connecticut. I loved her with all my heart...she left me for another woman. This just about killed my young and fragile ego.
 
Wow - my first love! His name is Bob. I was 15, he was 16. Football player jock, wonderful smile, huge hands, BIG guy. It took forever for him to kiss me but it was worth waiting for. I was dreamy for hours - don't know how I walked back to my ride home after that school dance. Oh yeah - I still get to see that smile - I married him a long time ago and his kisses still make me all dreamy.
 
I remember back in 7th grade having a short, non-sexual, dream about Karen, a girl from school. I didnt know her well, but woke up 'in love' with her(yeah, just like the stupid song). For many years I couldn't stop thinking about her. I could never talk to her cause I was too shy but I did, in one blacked out moment, asked her out in which she declined (she didnt hardly even know me). I wish i could go back in time and do it right...

I almost recently contacted her on classmates and told her the story...but some things are better left to yourself
 
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