Hello in thereFollow

What is love?

Don't hurt me... no more.

When in doubt about a threesome, I say go for it (even if it's guy, girl, guy). As long as there's no sword crossing and you avoid eye contact, it can be pretty fun.

Er, or so I've heard.

You're Dutch?

Hey Aethien, you ever called someone a *******

great. Now I'm craving a Victoria fillet from Outback while watching SNL

I've heard that.

It's nice when the actual Dutch guy makes the hipster look retarded. Thanks

American by birth, southern by the grace of god. However, my great-great-great grandfather was a quarter Dutch, so I'm pretty much Dutch too, kameraad ^^

I think you'll find that I didn't call anyone a '******** I called them a ************** I should have went with ************** but such is life.



I don't think you know what a hipster is.

Proof =

Yeah... no. I'd rather not be associated with you.
Also, kameraad is not a word anyone uses regularly.

Now I feel I should add something, mostly because work is slow


Met my first love at 16, almost 17. She was two years older, and the sister of a girl my age whom I had a crush on. Her name was Christine, and she was the first of many bad relationships with Christines The entire thing started off poorly: how we met was at a group mini-golfing session. Christine and her friend came along with her sister and a bunch of our friends, and we pretty quickly broke off into two separate groups divided by the ages. At the end of the day, her sister came over and said "Hey, my sister thinks you're pretty cute and was wondering if you wanted to go out to a movie with her sometime."

Not exactly what you want to hear from the girl you have a crush on, but oh well I agreed, and then freaked out for then next week because I realized I had no freaking idea what this girl looked like because I had been looking at her sister instead the entire time. I was a bundle of nerves that first date; luckily she recognized me when we met up, so that crisis was averted... then there was the movie. Do we hold hands? Do I make a move? Do I kiss her!? I was scared out of my mind. Luckily, before the movie started she used this oh-so-seductive line on me:
"By the way, I have strep throat, so we shouldn't, like, share drinks or anything."

Whew! I was simultaneously relieved... and disappointed.

Anyway, more dates came and went. Over the next few months we graduated to kissing, then touching, then declothing. She was my significant first for almost every milestone. When I finally told her I loved her, I tried to be romantic: the plan was to take her to a lake, watch the sunset together, and say the words. Instead, we arrived after the sun had already set, freezing (it was winter in MA), and said the words with teeth chattering. It was still cute, but a total fail. Losing my (well, our) virginity was pretty much just as bad. Her bursting into tears ended the encounter in a couple of seconds as I tried to console her. That was horrible.

I can't help but laugh at how much I overthought and failed at romance in those days. I'm quite a bit better now

The end was pretty bad, but ended up being the best thing that happened to me. She went off to college, being two years older and all, but we decided to stay together. Two or three weeks in, she was acting differently during our phone calls. I finally worked up the nerve to ask if something was wrong, and she said:
"Well... what do you think if I kissed another guy?"
-Silence. She continued:
"I mean, I met a nice guy at a party and we ended up kissing. But I still love you; could we still be dating while I'm at home?"

Yeah, no dice. Ended the relationship. I was crushed. She had cheated on me previously (kissing with an ex), but this was the final straw. I cried for a week. I've had bad break-ups since then, but that really tore my heart apart in a way that felt more painful than anything since (the way only a teenage boy in puppy love and feel pain). But after a while I got over it. I decided not to look for love, and sure enough, soon after there were multiple girls interested in me (most of which I only found out had crushes YEARS later ). As for Christine, she ended up marrying the guy she kissed at that party, and they're still married (hopefully happily) today. Haven't talked to her for years, but I wish her the best; I know I would have been miserable with her if we still had been together today, so all's well that ends well



And there's the first third love story! Better?
Edit: I R 2 slow

Edited, Aug 3rd 2011 1:41pm by LockeColeMA

I was always sort of practical. I didn't think I was in love in high school.

I met my first love my first semester in college. He was a friend of my roommates, they went to high school together. He came up to visit my roommate with some other friends one weekend when I was at home and saw my picture. He expressed interest. I don't exactly remember how, but before we ever met, we started emailing one another. I think it had started with some silly story I'd written about killing Barney and I sent it to him and another one of his friends when I sent it to my roommate. I can't remember, it was a long time ago.

Anyway, he came up to visit again and before he did, he requested that I stay up there and meet him. We already had a friendly email relationship, so I was game. When I saw him, my first thought was that I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. That sort of surprised me. I hate to sound like a jerk, but even though I was instantly attracted to him, I also knew that he wasn't exactly super hot or anything. Just an ordinary guy. It was a few months later on a phone conversation that we decided to try dating long distance. Not the easiest thing in the world.

He was my first just about everything except kiss. First intimate encounter, first time a guy without an MD after his name saw me naked, first lover, everything. We dated for four years, and I was ready to move to Memphis to be with him when I graduated. I had one Fall semester and one Summer semester to go. Mid way through my last Fall semester, the day that Spring Break started, as a matter of fact, I was trying to call him before I drove home to talk to him for a while in the rare privacy I had in my empty dorm. I couldn't get a hold of him.

That night, still a little freaked out that I couldn't get a hold of him, I called his house even though I knew that he'd be at work. I just wanted his mom to answer, say, "Oh, he's at work, I'll tell him you called," and put my mind at ease. Instead, some lady who's voice I didn't recognize answered the phone. When I asked for him, she asked who I was. I said I was his girlfriend, and she got quiet and passed the phone to someone else. His mom got on the phone and told me that he'd been in an accident. I was already halfway packing a bag to race to Memphis, and she told me that they had "worked on him" for three hours, but it was no good. He'd passed away.

I was miserable for at least six months, crying whenever I was alone and writing sappy letters to him in a diary. When I drove anywhere, I'd pray for someone in the oncoming traffic lane to lose control and smash into me. I was sure that I was meant to be with him, and that I would be killed somehow. But I was too afraid to kill myself, and I worried what that would do to my family. By the end of a year, I was living in Nashville by myself, completely content to be alone forever. I figured eventually I'd buy a house, get a few dogs, or something silly like that.

One night, at about two or three in the morning, I get a phone call. The guy on the other line asks if this is <insert my full name here>. I said yes, and he said, "Oh, my bad," and hung up. I stumbled back to bed and figured my brother must have been pranking me, the ******* that he is. I figured I'd call him when I got home from work the next day and cuss him out. But the next evening, I got another phone call from the same guy. It was someone that I'd graduated from high school with, and he apologized for hanging up on me the night before. Then he asked if I would be interested in coming to MTSU to visit him and his roommate, who I also graduated with. I said sure, why not, and went down there the next weekend.

When I walked in the room, I saw the guy who had called me. All through high school, people told me he had a crush on me, but I wasn't really into him. When I saw him in that dorm room, though, it was another case of instant attraction. I can't explain it.

Two years later, we got married and we celebrated our 8th anniversary in May.

TLDR: I fell in love with a guy, he died, I reunited with an old classmate and married him. Super fun.



Edited, Aug 3rd 2011 1:03pm by Belkira