Tell me about your first love...

So I'm pretty sure this is the least GAR thread I've ever made but I was watching Hatsukoi Limited and I was thinking about the first girl I ever loved/kissed. Ill tell you my story then you tell me yours, I just want to know about the first girl you ever loved/liked, even if you think you've never truly been in love, you know the feeling I'm talking about...

It was in grade 7 and there was this really cute girl who just moved into our town... I was still bad with girls (still am) and I did the whole "tease the girl you love" thing for a few months into the new school year. One day when we were all playing dodge ball in the field during recess I was playing a bit rough and picking out an awful lot more than anyone else... when eventually she started crying and ran off to the big oak tree near the edge of our playground... I acted as if she was being crazy but eventually the girls in the class teamed up and made me go apologize... So here I am, mad at the girl for making me stand out and seem like a jerk (when i was being one) and this beautiful girl that I was crazy about is looking at me right in the face with teas in her eyes... I didn't know what to say, so i sat down for a minute... not talking, she sat down next to me... we were both silent for close to 5 minutes before she asked me: "why do you tease me soo much, do you hate me?"... it took me a second, and in a really low voice I said: "no, I really like you, but it's more than like... I mean I like like you..." and her reply was: "you're in like with me?"(I honestly expected her to laugh in my face because I had just hurt her) well I was scared shitless at this point but I got the nerve to say it "I guess I love you". It took her a second to process... I think, and because she didn't said anything I wanted to run away, even further than she had, I wanted to run home, right in the middle of the school day, so I turned away from her and started to leave, I took one stride and the caught my arm. I looked at her which fear and shock written all over my face when she said "I guess I kinda love you too" (as coherent as two 7th graders can be). I grabbed her other hand, pulled her behind the tree and gave her my very first kiss, closed mouthed but nice and long, it was fairly salty due to her tears still being fresh but it felt like the most amazing thing that had ever happened to me. We sat there, behind the big oat tree talking about things... I don't remember too much about the conversation, some stuff about our family, our past "relationships" (i had none). The bell rang, it was time for class again, I wanted to stay there, and just talk forever, I started to walk back, and i saw that two of her friends who were sitting on the bleachers and obviously knew what happened...they started walking my way, as I passed them I heard them giggle and I started a light jog, i got about 30 meters and turned back to see them and all three of them were talking, smiling, giggling. The rest of the day my concentration was out the fucking window... All i remember is within a few hours it was public knowledge that we were dating (news to me but it's what I wanted so, i wasn't going to object). After class, just before we got on separate buses to go home I found her, and asked her if she wanted to be my girlfriend, she said yes, I then asked her for her number so I could call her that night and left her with a kiss on the cheek, which at least half a bus full of kids saw and responded to with noises of their own (kissy noises, woos and even a few "sitting in a tree" songs). When I got back to my bus I told my 3 friends about it which in turn got spread around the bus in minutes, which i really didn't care about because I was in love and I wanted the whole world to know about it. That was about it, the "relationship" lasted until the end of grade 8 when we went off to different high school and decided to go our separate ways after a brief attempt at a long distance relationship (she went to a school across the country). I haven't really kept in touch with her, I did add her to my facebook the other day and heard she's doing great, apparently she's a model now which really makes me kick myself for not still being with her (even though it just wasn't possible). So that's my story, what's yours?

Let's see my first girlfriend was in seventh grade, her name was Brittani. We had actually met the year previous when she came to my school (a lot of students get consolidated into one of the four major schools in our district for middle school; there is something like nine elementary schools, but only four middle schools.) Anyway, we had music class together, last period of the day, eventually we'd talk for a few minutes after class and I'd walk her to her bus before I walked home. Nothing much came of it, but there was definitely a mutual attraction.

Then we managed to run into each other again the next year, but I found out she actually had a boyfriend of two years. I was pretty upset, but we became closer and she eventually told me she broke up with her boyfriend a couple of weeks past. I don't know what came over me, but instantly I asked her out and she smiled and said yes. So we were together all of that year.

As for first kiss. Haha, what a story. We talked on the phone about how we wanted it to be special and so forth and blah... blah... Well before lunch she had Social Studies. The Social Studies teacher of our grade was always anxious to get out the door and have lunch himself. He'd almost always be the first to leave the class before any of the students. So she'd just sit back and let everyone else leave and then I'd walk in and we kissed (and eventually started making out) in the classroom before we walked off to lunch. XD

Except like the second-to-last day of school we were caught by another, very much hardass teacher. I was like. "Crap, we're gonna end up expelled right before the end of the year or something." For some reason our school was VERY staunchy about public displays of affection and several students had gotten expelled. I actually went to confront the teacher after lunch. Her and I were talking and she eventually told me she had the same thing happen to her when she was my age. So she let it slide, but told me if she caught us doing it tomorrow on the last day she would get us expelled irregardless.

We eventually broke up that summer, we couldn't really see each other and it just fell apart.

... wow. That as a longer story than I thought. XD

I don't think we were really in love. I don't think either of us really knew what love was, but it was still pretty special nevertheless.

I still run into her on occasion like when I'm buying groceries or hanging around town. Oddly enough I still find it a little awkward to talk to her even after all of these years.

Nice stories, both of you. I especially liked your one Waar, it was awesome how it ended up like that.

Oh and Tsurayu, Our school has this "One-metre Rule" as well. What it basially means is that you cannot deliberately move within one metre of a girl in your School Uniform. Studpid, iKnow.

iGuess I'm weird. I've never liked an RL girl before. I don't really want to be in a relationship at this point of my life either. It will use up by far too much time and means.

OK, you're welcome to start mocking me and calling me a freak now.

And before someone asks, I'm straight. :)

Doesn't sound freakish to me. It might be because of my online relationship I had a few years back, but right now I'm not interested in finding anyone in my life. I'm very much an independent person, and sometimes downright self-centered and cold-hearted. I don't think I'd be a good partner for anyone right now, and not in my forseeable future.



Consider yourself asked. You better have that story up by the time you get up. :P

Thanks. :) Well, we do what we please. That's what life's about, isn't it? Freedom FTW.

Actually iRemember something interesting now. When I was 9 there was this girl who I thought was pretty moe and unique for someone in RL, and thus I started stalking her during intervals and lunchtimes, as well as fake love notes, spreading rumors, and all sorts of stuff. iDid it for the lulz, never liked her (iWas 9. How can there be 'love' at that age anyway?)

The story is pretty long, so iWon't say anymore unless someone asks.

iGuess I can go to sleep for a few hours now that iKnow the Waifu game won't start for another few...goodnight guys. *Yawns*



Will do. :P

Ah I think we keep editing our replies and screwing up this process. XD

lol yeah, Chain reaction.

Starting now I won't edit any more replies. I'm going to sleep now.

Hmm well I was a very shy kid back then in elementary school, we lived on base because my dad was in the air force, and we were stationed in Germany at the time. I've been in the same class as this one girl named Megan for about 2 years I think and I sort of had a crush on her. But because I was so damn shy all I would do was flirt with her or play some friendly pranks on her. The only time we actually spent together was in class and when we would walk home, we didn't live that far apart from eachother. Funny thing was one day I saw her mom and I was like damn she's ugly, it was very surprising to see her make such a beautiful daughter. But the sad thing was that because my dad got promoted we had to move again as soon as I finished 5th grade. I was pretty sad and pissed because there was a girl that I liked and I haven't even confessed to her or anything yet. So we kind of just spent are last moments at the party our class threw and talking a bit as we walked home. She said that she was also moving in I think about another year, and that she was going to be moving to Texas. I never did confess to her because I didn't see the point as we were never really gonna see eachother again, and besides long distance relationships at the age of 11 wouldn't have worked either lol. To this day when I think about it I kind of feel like maybe I should of just told her, but what's past is past. That's pretty much all I can remember of my first love.

Her name was Cassandra. Probably still is, no idea.
I had her for choir back in middle school, and then again for high school, although she was a couple of years behind me. Short too, with long brownish hair and cute little glasses. Still, we didn't talk much. Back then, and even now, I pretty much didn't talk to anyone alot, so how exactly this happened is still a bit of a mystery to me.

I do remember it was towards the end of my junior year, we had a concert that night and were just waiting around by the choir room for the bus to get there. I was hanging around outside, when a classmate came up and started yelling at me. "You know, Cassandra has been trying to talk to you and you keep ignoring her!" She went on like that for a while, until I agreed to chat with this girl. Not like I was ignoring her on purpose.

So we talked, and she was sweet. A bit too religious for my taste, but back then it didn't bother me as much. This was only a couple of days before summer break, so after school ended, we started talking on the phone alot and really got to know each other. By the time my senior year started, somehow we were going out...seemed natural at the time. Can't say I didn't enjoy it while it lasted, but now that I'm a bit older and wiser I can tell that our entire relationship was a bit weird. I was very avoidant when it came to other people and she was ridiculously shy, to top it off, I was twice as tall as her and we just looked strange walking next to each other. Not to mention, having spent all of our conversation material during the summer, most of the time we were just sitting quietly together at lunch, and that was the extent of our interaction together. Well, aside from the little notes, she loved to write those.

Our first kiss was about a month in, while we were alone in the music room. I was practicing one of our winter concert pieces and she was sitting next to me on the bench, just watching. I finished playing, and turned to face her in order to ask how it sounded, and she just closed the distance right then and there. Bit of a surprise, but it was very nice. ...I don't remember too much about what happened after that =/

We didn't exactly kiss alot after that, but the few times we did seemed special somehow. It was probably close to christmas when her dad suddenly got cancer, and I learn that within a weeks time, she was moving to Nebraska to live with some relatives. I never quite got the full story on that, but I do know that despite the fact I never met her parents, her father really didn't like me. Seemed like the plot of some really lame movie, so that last day with her at school came faster than I could have imagined. I remember sitting with her in the administration office in the morning, since she was un-enrolling, and it was the last time we would see each other...that was probably our best kiss, right there. Then I left. Was late for class for the first time in my life, but it was worth it.

Once she moved, we wrote each other for a while, but she soon found some other idiot to date and I never heard from her again. Yada yada, the end.

This is the only girl I would count as my first love, even though I didn't really know she completely existed until someone brought her to my attention. Technicalities, right?

great idea for a thread, waar. I like those threads that compel people to put in some effort.

Not very spectacular, is my story. My little brother had been with his gf for about a year at the time, and her cousin was moving into town. She was cool to hang out with, very easy to talk to. (Looking back I was a huge dick, but not the normal type where I treat her like shit. I'll get to that in a bit.) A looker, to boot. Not even topping 5'0" (I was 19 at the time, she was 17), C-cup, great sense of style, and sure of herself. We got on well for a couple days, when I asked my brother (him being in the know, he gets his nose into all his friends' business) if she was thinking about me, or anyone else for that matter. He asked her about it, probably very blunt-like, and said she wouldn't mind 'getting to know me'. So the next night at work (I worked nights, starting anywhere from 8pm to 2am, and working 8 hours), I texted her; seeing what she was up to tomorrow, which wasn't much, so I asked her out (yeah yeah, texting someone out isn't the best way to go about it, but it was my Monday, and if I didn't, I wouldn't see her for a week). She said yes, feelings of floating, good night at work (yadda yadda), and a wicked short nap before going to pick her up.

We went out and got some food, talked, I played a few songs for her (I play guitar, not too great), and generally connected. This went on for a week or two (a lot of very little sleep) before I was chillin' with my bro, talking about her (double agent shit he pulls, little ninja), and I say that when our cousin comes back, I might break up with her. Dick move one. It wasn't meant to hurt anyone (even though it would), I just couldn't see myself in a relationship for very long, as I had never been in one before. To me, we were basically doing things friends do, just alone. We also started to find personality characteristics that didn't mesh well, but could be overlooked for the time being. Anyways, he tells her what I said, and we talk about it. She thought that my cousin was another girl, because apparently the ninja hadn't said that we were family. I reassured her that it wasn't anything like that, I'm not the type of person to be with someone 'just because'. I pointed out potential problems between us, and we talked it out.

That blows over, and we start talking about more intimate things (not sexual, neither of us wanted to move that fast), but things that meant more to us; religious stance (she was an atheist, I was agnostic), dreams and plans for our future, family problems, shit you talk about with someone you care about, ish. Then the ex-boyfriends started to creep into conversations, and I didn't mind hearing about it, until she got into details I don't want to hear from most people. Sex, the amount of times, how many people, it was kind of disturbing; but I listened anyways, and played Freud. I actually started understanding her pretty well, in terms of why she thought certain ways.

Then a horrible bout of depression hit (I'm bi-polar; although to be fair, it is self-diagnosed). I stopped caring, got drunk more than I like to think about, got addicted to anti-depressants for a short stint; basically turned into a robot. She was there for me, kind of. We talked, but she was more concerned about going out to parties and talking about her ex's; so I figured, wtf, you know, I can do this on my own, I've done it before. Dick move two.

I said "fuck it, good bye, world". I was at work, and asked for the rest of the night off after puking during lunch (my work never suffered during this, besides the puking). Drove home, called her and asked what she was up to, at home with her cousin chillin'. I didn't bring it up, what do you say about something like that? I talked to my sister about it. She told my gf, who called me and asked if we could hang out. She didn't mention anything, and sounded natural. I said I'd be over to sit on the lawn with her. So we talk about the world in general, our own bubbles and whats going on in them. I tell her that I have my ups and downs, but they are more extreme than most peoples. We talk about this, and more for the next week.

My cousin comes in, they meet, it goes over well, and the crowd goes wild. By then, I've met her parents (who were completely fucking cool with me, and I with them; I had a job, I spent 'quality' time with their daughter, I was patient and a gentleman). They were also drunk every time I saw them, and they were hilarious, and very good at making my gf feel embarrassed. It was a good time, and she apologized after every visit, and I told her every adult I know likes to let go and have fun, it's cool. And by now, we're going out more on dates; movies, dinner, lunch, walking around where ever, or playing games. I'm feeling better, and am grateful for what she's done. Then her parents take away the phone, but let her keep seeing me, and keep talking to me on the house phone. I was confused, to say the least. I thought if anything, I'd be the problem. So I bought her a cellphone from a local provider with a month of service (it was like 100 bucks, and I've got plenty of money for the time being [I feel like an asshole saying that]). The parents were up in arms about it, but let her keep it.

By then, we're a week away from our 'anniversary', one month. I asked what she was going to be doing the day of the deal, and told her to keep it free. I started asking her about the clothes she likes, what she's got, all that. Sappy, I know. The day of, I go to the local girly shops with my sister, and buy my gf a whole new outfit for the night, along with all the cool things that help girls 'look good' (I thought she looked good, no matter what). We go out, have a ball at this awesome, somewhat exclusive place I got reservations for like two weeks earlier. I got her favorite food for her, basically pulled out all most of the stops for her. There was no way in hell I was paying for a limo, but she probably would of attacked me if I did anyways (she said so herself). Time was good that night; good and slow. I forgot what happened the rest of the night, but I didn't have to bring her home until 2am that night, at her parents behest/request.

Then out of no where; whether it be guilt, honesty, or something else, the next day she tells me that she's been talking to some dude. Wait, what? She's not even doing it because she 'likes' him. No, her best friend has a hot new boyfriend, and she wants him. What? So, we said our parting words over the next week, and left it at that. I would not take that. Peace, girl.

And that, Fakkers, is the adventure of my first girlfriend. Good night, all!

/me bows

This topic should be in the love/romance section, but I never had any luck with boys ;p

I think my first real crush was in 6th grade and I tried to keep it a secret from him but my one friend told him. He basically laughed at me and called me names ;p

I think my teacher enjoyed my embarrassment because when we had to do group work, she'd always assign me with that boy. The rest of the class got a kick out of it too, since he made a big deal and told the rest of the class.

So I was always awkward about things.

I never had anyone interested in me nor was I interested after that until I had a jerk really interested in me in 9th grade. He was an upperclassman and I was new to the state of Indiana. At first I thought he was funny and I considered it but when I started taking notice as to how he talked about people I ended up turning him down.

His friends started to bother me and harass me in school. A lot (99.9%) of the female population in the school were at least bi. I could see why <_<


Huh. Like half my message was cut off.
Anyway, again -

One day at lunch my one friend was sitting on my one leg stealing my french fries and I guess he saw, and on the bus he made a big scene about the reason I wouldn't date him is due to the fact I was a carpet muncher. So I finished the argument by yelling at him that it wasn't my fault that I could get more pussy then he could.

Granted, this was after several weeks of being shoved in the halls by his friends and bullied by them.

Soo... that ended that, and for the remainder of the year I was considered a lesbian. I'm -so- glad I don't live there anymore.

*edit*
Anyway, to sum it up. My first kiss was a girl, she kinda stole it from me. It was the same girl who was sitting on my leg. She told me if I ever changed my orientation she'd so claim me as hers.

Uhm. My first boyfriend was my sophmore year when I moved back home in Pennsylvania. He was a senior and that lasted for 2 years. And so on.

Asses, all of them <.<

I'd have a retort for the fact that I'm a Hoosier, but obviously that doesn't really have anything to do with, and I'm sorry to hear you had a poor experience.

Me...... Hm....I think I have one.... but it sucks....
It is when I am in middle grade..... She is so pretty and inteligent.... But I did`t even dare to look at her cause I was so stupid (bad grades) and didn`t have confidence with my looks...... After a few months later..... I was targeted for bullying and then cried in front of class.... At that time I was so embarrased that I didn`t even think that I could have a chance.... After I was 2nd middle grade.... the bullying become harsher..... and then I transfered school after that I couldn`t love others anymore.... So that girl was my first and last love.....

First and last huh, that's a shame.

:( You can love again ;_;

Hey, that is my story you are talking about.... I don`t want pity (Hehehehehe)
Meh.... what I said I can never love again is just because..... Yeah I don`t know why??? Trauma maybe.... (I didn`t afraid of girls anyway) Maybe its just not having interest in havin relationship with others.........

As for me, unrequited love for a couple of girls... and never had the guts or right opportunity to ask out a girl... mind you this was in middle school. Then in high school, my lust was considerably cooled down and focused mostly on schoolwork and later on anime/manga/hentai.

After reading these stories, I feel like I missed out on my childhood (let alone my competitive high school). But hey, these tales are awesome, full of candor.

hmmm....i'm surprised that waar is the one who created this thread...well, anyway, i'll just tell you guys my about my first love...

not exactly a sweet story, and certainly not as amazing as waar's...but oh well...

i was 12 back then. first year of middle school. my school is co-ed, but for some reason separates between girls' and boys' classes. during the orientation, i saw this one girl. i thought she's cute, and so it was a first sight love...

but, that time i was a very timid boy. i couldn't keep myself straight by just having her nearby, so forget about confessing. i just could gaze at her, and discuss things with some guys i could trust back then. one of them suggested i send her a letter, and i agreed.

and so i sent her a letter, and since then she noticed my love to her. she didn't reply or anything, she just let it be. and me too, being timid, i couldn't do anything else than to gaze at her. i knew she noticed it, and i also knew that she didn't seem to like it, but i just did that. and so things stayed that way, with my feelings growing stronger day by day...

one year and half later, my feelings were already too strong for me to contain. i found even going through my days normally to be hard, as i kept thinking about her. not a minute passed by with her being absent in my mind, and i was suffering...

i couldn't stand it anymore, i thought i must make things clear that time. but i was still a timid boy that time, and so i couldn't muster the courage to do things directly. so i decided to send her another letter, telling her i'd like to become her boyfriend...that letter managed to get her attention, and the next day, she called to me...i happily went to her, thinking i was finally accepted, but i guess things just don't go my way. she called to me just to tell it straight to my face that she'd never date someone like me, someone younger than her, and also someone timid...

i should have known that time that that was it, but love blinded me, and i was persistent. i didn't think i was rejected at all. back then all in my mind is i'm still not good enough a man for her, i need to improve myself. so, i kept myself busy learning many things, just to be a better man....

a year after, when i thought she'd accept me, i decided to do things directly. so i called to her. she came to me. i confessed that i loved her all the time, and i want to be her boyfriend. that riled her up i guess. she told me i'm persistent, and i should just give up. i replied that if she want a better man, i'll do whatever i takes to be her ideal partner. she got really angry and shouted she'll never ever gonna love me and along with that, slapped me real hard in the face. finally, i realized that my feelings were really one-sided and that was it. that slap was the final blow to my already shaking love, shattering all of my feelings towards her to pieces....

well, that's it about my first (unrequited) love. sweet, huh?