stacia
12-16-2005, 03:56 AM
I was a late bloomer for some reason. Probably because when I was younger, I didn't know how to meet girls. Well, now that I think of it, I still don't! LOL
First "real" kiss. I was 19, and it was with a girl I'd met through a friend. She looked like Wonder Woman (and WW was always my favorite!) We hung out for dinner downtown, and I remember I had to go to school that night. We went into the bathroom, and stayed there for the longest time. I think I was late for class that night. :confused:
First "time." I was 21, and I had met a girl in college (how typical, right? LOL). For years, we joked about the first time we saw each other; I was standing just inside the glass doors at school, waiting for my ride, when all of the sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see this beautiful girl with auburn hair walking towards the door I was standing at. Our eyes totally locked as she walked right by me...and right into the door! LOL. She dropped a couple of her books, so I picked up one of them for her. Embarrassed, she thanked me, and walked out. I finally got to talk to her a couple of days later, and that was pretty much it...we both just knew. She'd come over after school, and we'd make out profusely while my mom was at work. About 2 months later, Tiff called and said what every girl wants to hear, "My parents will be out of town this weekend." I went over to spend the night. I knew why I was there, and I was soooo nervous. But, once we got started, I knew that I was all about the "puswah."
Tiffany had a hold on me for many years. Although she totally used me for sex that night (she went to Texas the very next WEEK to screw some other girl), I fell in love with her over time. Our relationship was weird; she brought out the worst and the best in me. Then, I just didn't talk to her for about 2 years, because I became so jealous (which is not like me at ALL). We made up, she had a son, got married and divorced, and we "got together" again 8 years after we met. She told me then that she had always been in love with me, but never thought she was good enough for me. She was wrong. But, by then, I just didn't feel the same. I broke her heart just as she had broken mine at age 21.
We remained friends for 12 years until her death in 2003. I miss her soooo much. Still. :(
First "real" kiss. I was 19, and it was with a girl I'd met through a friend. She looked like Wonder Woman (and WW was always my favorite!) We hung out for dinner downtown, and I remember I had to go to school that night. We went into the bathroom, and stayed there for the longest time. I think I was late for class that night. :confused:
First "time." I was 21, and I had met a girl in college (how typical, right? LOL). For years, we joked about the first time we saw each other; I was standing just inside the glass doors at school, waiting for my ride, when all of the sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I see this beautiful girl with auburn hair walking towards the door I was standing at. Our eyes totally locked as she walked right by me...and right into the door! LOL. She dropped a couple of her books, so I picked up one of them for her. Embarrassed, she thanked me, and walked out. I finally got to talk to her a couple of days later, and that was pretty much it...we both just knew. She'd come over after school, and we'd make out profusely while my mom was at work. About 2 months later, Tiff called and said what every girl wants to hear, "My parents will be out of town this weekend." I went over to spend the night. I knew why I was there, and I was soooo nervous. But, once we got started, I knew that I was all about the "puswah."
Tiffany had a hold on me for many years. Although she totally used me for sex that night (she went to Texas the very next WEEK to screw some other girl), I fell in love with her over time. Our relationship was weird; she brought out the worst and the best in me. Then, I just didn't talk to her for about 2 years, because I became so jealous (which is not like me at ALL). We made up, she had a son, got married and divorced, and we "got together" again 8 years after we met. She told me then that she had always been in love with me, but never thought she was good enough for me. She was wrong. But, by then, I just didn't feel the same. I broke her heart just as she had broken mine at age 21.
We remained friends for 12 years until her death in 2003. I miss her soooo much. Still. :(