Tell Me Your First Love Experience . <3
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Takerial
Lovable Teddy Bear
animefreak_usa wrote...
Takerial wrote...
My first luv luv was Aoi-chan! Her short blue hair inside her traditional kimono was just darling. Her devotion to those she loved was her more attractive feature.Sadly it was not a love to be had as she was completely devoted to her childhood fiance.
Your such a fucking weeb and FUCKING DON"T MESS WITH MY FIRST LOVE.
I jacked off in her face.
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animefreak_usa
Child of Samael
Takerial wrote...
animefreak_usa wrote...
Takerial wrote...
My first luv luv was Aoi-chan! Her short blue hair inside her traditional kimono was just darling. Her devotion to those she loved was her more attractive feature.Sadly it was not a love to be had as she was completely devoted to her childhood fiance.
Your such a fucking weeb and FUCKING DON"T MESS WITH MY FIRST LOVE.
I jacked off in her face.
Now that just silly.. that quality pussy.. HIT THAT SHIT LIKE A TSUNAMI ON ASIANS.
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I don't believe in true love in the first place.
I thought of a formula that proves that as well.
The End.
I thought of a formula that proves that as well.
The End.
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Reasonably Bored wrote...
I had some experiences before high school but I never thought of them as "love". There was this hispanic girl in my high school who showed great interest in me; we would pass by each other in the hallway and I always caught her staring at me. I didn't think much of it and thought it to be a coincidence rather than interest. Few weeks went by with her staring intently at me during our small hallway encounter; to be honest, she was beautiful! Green eyes, tan skin, black curly hair that dropped down to her shoulders, and lips that could drive any man insane. I considered myself to be way out of her league but that changed when she sent one of her friends to give me a card and tell me that I was extremely handsome. I'm always so reserved but this made me blush like a little bitch inside; for months I received cards from her and all I did was ignore them because she was intimidating. She hated the fact that I ignored her and confronted me in the hallway and I literally froze in place. Her accent was a bit broken but it sounded so damn sexy; I tried hard not to look at her directly but she continued to stare at me like a cat that stalks its prey. Suddenly, she softly yelled at me with questioning eyes "Why the hell are you ignoring me? If you don't like me just say so!" I assured her that wasn't the case and I'm terrible at things like this. She understood and we talked every time we met in the hallway; I helped her on her english essays before class and would eat lunch together. I was fine with things going the way they were and didn't want to go any further because I still considered her out of my league (yes, I'm naive). A few more days passed and as I was walking to my Government class she ran up to me and stopped me from entering and loudly asked "Hey! Do you want to kiss me?"; God damn, my teacher was right there and I stuttered and told her "I need to get to class".
Fast forward---
I ignored her but missed her so deeply at the same time. I daydreamed about taking her to the movies and such but didn't have the guts to actually do anything. She found me on Facebook during Christmas break and we exchanged numbers and started talking on the phone. We talked about some personal stuff and I got to know her a lot better because talking in school is difficult with all the people walking by. She told me about how much she wanted to be beside me but I kept pushing her away and that I'm so "mysterious" (and other stuff like that). School started again and she literally caught me after school and dragged me to a vending machine where she pushed me, pressed her self tightly against my chest, held my head with both hands, and kissed me for more than 10 minutes. She wouldn't let me break out and so I just gave in and continued to kiss her back. I knew from that moment that I truly loved this girl because she made me feel like something that I only imagined in movies, special.
Haha, that was kinda' corny but I'm kinda' high at the moment and wanted to write about it since everyone else was sharing. Forgive the grammar if I made some mistakes.
lol she sounds aggressive o.o; does your parents know about this back then?
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FallenRoses wrote...
lol she sounds aggressive o.o; does your parents know about this back then?Nope! At least I hope not :O
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My first relationship was when I was 18, which was two years ago. I actually met him online. At the time, I've never even been on a date or kissed anyone before, and he was a pervert. xD He often said things that made me blush and I often didn't know how to respond to some of the things he said, but even so, I was attracted to him and found him to be interesting. Eventually, not too long after we had started talking, we found out that we didn't live very far from each other, and he asked me on a date, and I said yes. Afterward, I started to consider cancelling our date because I was becoming increasingly nervous and I was kind of worried if he might try anything because he had asked if he could before, too, and oddly enough, I decided right away to do a tarot reading to see if I should go through with the date or not, and it said that if I did go on the date, eventually our relationship would blossom into true love, so with that, I decided to go.
When the day of our date came, he met my family and introduced himself, and then we decided to go to the beach. He took my first kiss right away on our drive there at a stoplight, and I froze up in shock, and sort of panicked a bit because I didn't know what to do. xD Once we got to the beach, we spent time just walking around and talking. We were the only two there and it was dark out, and before I knew it, he started kissing me again, and then things started to get a bit... hotter within a few minutes. Lols! After that, he asked me to be his girlfriend right away, and I accepted.
Now, two years later, he and I are happily married and are very much in love. ^_^ I'm so glad I didn't call off that date.
When the day of our date came, he met my family and introduced himself, and then we decided to go to the beach. He took my first kiss right away on our drive there at a stoplight, and I froze up in shock, and sort of panicked a bit because I didn't know what to do. xD Once we got to the beach, we spent time just walking around and talking. We were the only two there and it was dark out, and before I knew it, he started kissing me again, and then things started to get a bit... hotter within a few minutes. Lols! After that, he asked me to be his girlfriend right away, and I accepted.
Now, two years later, he and I are happily married and are very much in love. ^_^ I'm so glad I didn't call off that date.
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Spoiler:
I feel like I just read a very sweet doujinshi... ;_; That was great... then I hit the punchline and wanted to cry. Blasted education!
And as for my own personal experience... Well, I moved places for almost every year for over a decade, and one time we settled in a small rural town for a few years. I was a super-shy person who shoved away anyone who tried to get close because of my anxiety and depression... and met him. Somehow I couldn't get him to leave me alone, and we ended up becoming close friends. I knew I was falling for him, but I kept it a secret because I knew he didn't see me that way. By the time we left for highschool, we'd chosen different paths but maintained that we'd keep visiting. Kept that up for awhile, but eventually I couldn't keep it in. One day while we were at his place, I begged him to listen to me seriously, and I confessed my feelings. There was this long pause, and he wouldn't look at me... Then he said: "I'm sorry. I only really ever hung out with you all this time because I felt so sorry for you."
Been three years since I spoke to him after that. I walked out of his house, called my mother to take me home, and never looked back. Cried my eyes out for forever, but I eventually managed to move on. Still wouldn't talk to him if I saw him again, though. Last I heard he came out of the closet last year and is happily dating somebody in Toronto. -shrugs- I do hope it lasts for the guy, all things considered.
And that may explain while I'm still single now. Thank God for vanilla, and people sharing some happier stories. You guys give me faith in love!
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I'm not sure if you're looking for first relationship, or first real 'love'. Looking back on the few times I thought I was in love, I was very much mistaken. I guess I'll share my husband and myself..
I was 17 when I met him, I was a high school drop out, working on getting my GED while working two jobs at about 60-70 hours a week. I liked to stay busy, I didn't like my friends, I didn't want to be home all day with my family (they're wonderful, but they were going through some stuff). He was 20, living with his mother after his band fell apart on the east coast, so he moved to hawaii to be with her and his brother. He added me on myspace, I was busy and didn't really care much for myspace so I accepted tons of random requests, he messaged me, I thought he was ugly and ignored him. He messaged me again with his msn and I again ignored him. I had a weekend off and I couldn't stomach the idea of dealing with my 'friends' so I added him on msn, I was so overwhelmingly annoyed by him. He seemed so hyper and childish, but I needed to get out of the house so we decided to meet up. He still laughs at me because of how I looked when I first saw him, he says I looked shocked, and I was. He was very attractive, he just does not photograph well.. at all. We spent the day together and we went back to his house and hung out with his brother. He was mellow and sweet, he loved Japanese culture and listened to my crazy ideas. We would lay in bed and talk for hours, we were pretty much inseperable, I drove out to see him almost everyday, and it was an hour drive one way. I would go to work in the morning, go to my second job in the evening, then go see him and we would hang out until 4 or 5 then I would drive home, repeat everyday for 10 months. Around 4 months into our relationship, I went to california for two weeks, when I got home, I was a little sick (fucking airports) and he was taking care of me, I remember wrapping my arms around him and telling him that I was certain I could fall in love with him, he told me that while I was in cali, everytime he hung up the phone he said I love you, but didnt have the courage to say it to me.
Flash forward to 10 months, my 18th birthday. He gives me a beautiful pearl necklace, but he seems off to me. I know he had wanted to go back to his home town, and I asked him if he had bought a plane ticket. He tells me yes and that he's sorry. I cried for the whole month before he left, I saw him off at the airport and felt like I would never see him again. I was broken, I couldn't sleep at night, I couldn't keep any food down. He promised to call me all the time, but he hardly ever did. He became so distant, so cold. I didn't know what to do, he said he wanted to stay together but made no effort, I eventually broke down and told him that if he didn't want to be with me, he may as well just tell me. So he told me it was over. I was numb, I knew this would happen, yet it was too hard to handle. I quit one of my jobs and switched the other to part time, I hid out at a new friend's house and we played video games constantly, he comforted me and told me I would be okay and eventually I felt better, I got my GED and had college all planned out. I stopped trying to talk to my ex.
A few months later, he calls me and tells me he misses me, that he still loves me and wants to be with me. I hesitate, recalling all the pain and tell him I don't know. He asks me to move out there and live with him, I tell him I want to go to school and maybe we can try again after school is over. He tells me he can't wait that long and we will find a way for me to go to school there. So I agree, I loved him. I ship my stuff, and three days before I ship my car over, I get a message from his ex, she tells me they've been sleeping together since he got back. I'm heart broken.. but I figure I'm in too deep now.. We talk about it, he tells me he's sorry and that he only wants to be with me.. Anyways, I move out there, we live together for a while, things are good and then he tells me he's going to join the military, I can't talk him out of it. I tell him to just think about it for a while before he signs any contracts, but he signs it and doesn't tell me. I find out when he's telling his friend over the phone. I'm furious, I asked him to at least think about it, and he just rushed into it. He tells me it's just something he needs to do, and asks me to marry him. I agree and we plan on just eloping before he leaves and having a real wedding later. The night before we get married, he tells me he's not sure if he wants to do it and that he's gonna go to a military thing the next day instead. I'm heart broken, I lay in bed crying, staring at the marriage license, wanting more than anything to shred it. He drives off and I text him telling him I can't promise I will still be there when he gets home. I had every intention of packing up that weekend and driving to stay with my grandparents. He comes home and begs me to stay, tells me he just has cold feet, but he does want to marry me.
Long story short, the day we go to get married, it snows the first time that winter. It was perfect. We're still happily married, he's been nothing but wonderful, I'm really glad I stuck it out and gave him a second chance. Hes the first and only person I've truly loved.
I was 17 when I met him, I was a high school drop out, working on getting my GED while working two jobs at about 60-70 hours a week. I liked to stay busy, I didn't like my friends, I didn't want to be home all day with my family (they're wonderful, but they were going through some stuff). He was 20, living with his mother after his band fell apart on the east coast, so he moved to hawaii to be with her and his brother. He added me on myspace, I was busy and didn't really care much for myspace so I accepted tons of random requests, he messaged me, I thought he was ugly and ignored him. He messaged me again with his msn and I again ignored him. I had a weekend off and I couldn't stomach the idea of dealing with my 'friends' so I added him on msn, I was so overwhelmingly annoyed by him. He seemed so hyper and childish, but I needed to get out of the house so we decided to meet up. He still laughs at me because of how I looked when I first saw him, he says I looked shocked, and I was. He was very attractive, he just does not photograph well.. at all. We spent the day together and we went back to his house and hung out with his brother. He was mellow and sweet, he loved Japanese culture and listened to my crazy ideas. We would lay in bed and talk for hours, we were pretty much inseperable, I drove out to see him almost everyday, and it was an hour drive one way. I would go to work in the morning, go to my second job in the evening, then go see him and we would hang out until 4 or 5 then I would drive home, repeat everyday for 10 months. Around 4 months into our relationship, I went to california for two weeks, when I got home, I was a little sick (fucking airports) and he was taking care of me, I remember wrapping my arms around him and telling him that I was certain I could fall in love with him, he told me that while I was in cali, everytime he hung up the phone he said I love you, but didnt have the courage to say it to me.
Flash forward to 10 months, my 18th birthday. He gives me a beautiful pearl necklace, but he seems off to me. I know he had wanted to go back to his home town, and I asked him if he had bought a plane ticket. He tells me yes and that he's sorry. I cried for the whole month before he left, I saw him off at the airport and felt like I would never see him again. I was broken, I couldn't sleep at night, I couldn't keep any food down. He promised to call me all the time, but he hardly ever did. He became so distant, so cold. I didn't know what to do, he said he wanted to stay together but made no effort, I eventually broke down and told him that if he didn't want to be with me, he may as well just tell me. So he told me it was over. I was numb, I knew this would happen, yet it was too hard to handle. I quit one of my jobs and switched the other to part time, I hid out at a new friend's house and we played video games constantly, he comforted me and told me I would be okay and eventually I felt better, I got my GED and had college all planned out. I stopped trying to talk to my ex.
A few months later, he calls me and tells me he misses me, that he still loves me and wants to be with me. I hesitate, recalling all the pain and tell him I don't know. He asks me to move out there and live with him, I tell him I want to go to school and maybe we can try again after school is over. He tells me he can't wait that long and we will find a way for me to go to school there. So I agree, I loved him. I ship my stuff, and three days before I ship my car over, I get a message from his ex, she tells me they've been sleeping together since he got back. I'm heart broken.. but I figure I'm in too deep now.. We talk about it, he tells me he's sorry and that he only wants to be with me.. Anyways, I move out there, we live together for a while, things are good and then he tells me he's going to join the military, I can't talk him out of it. I tell him to just think about it for a while before he signs any contracts, but he signs it and doesn't tell me. I find out when he's telling his friend over the phone. I'm furious, I asked him to at least think about it, and he just rushed into it. He tells me it's just something he needs to do, and asks me to marry him. I agree and we plan on just eloping before he leaves and having a real wedding later. The night before we get married, he tells me he's not sure if he wants to do it and that he's gonna go to a military thing the next day instead. I'm heart broken, I lay in bed crying, staring at the marriage license, wanting more than anything to shred it. He drives off and I text him telling him I can't promise I will still be there when he gets home. I had every intention of packing up that weekend and driving to stay with my grandparents. He comes home and begs me to stay, tells me he just has cold feet, but he does want to marry me.
Long story short, the day we go to get married, it snows the first time that winter. It was perfect. We're still happily married, he's been nothing but wonderful, I'm really glad I stuck it out and gave him a second chance. Hes the first and only person I've truly loved.
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crazymissotaku wrote...
My first relationship was when I was 18, which was two years ago. I actually met him online. At the time, I've never even been on a date or kissed anyone before, and he was a pervert. xD He often said things that made me blush and I often didn't know how to respond to some of the things he said, but even so, I was attracted to him and found him to be interesting. Eventually, not too long after we had started talking, we found out that we didn't live very far from each other, and he asked me on a date, and I said yes. Afterward, I started to consider cancelling our date because I was becoming increasingly nervous and I was kind of worried if he might try anything because he had asked if he could before, too, and oddly enough, I decided right away to do a tarot reading to see if I should go through with the date or not, and it said that if I did go on the date, eventually our relationship would blossom into true love, so with that, I decided to go. When the day of our date came, he met my family and introduced himself, and then we decided to go to the beach. He took my first kiss right away on our drive there at a stoplight, and I froze up in shock, and sort of panicked a bit because I didn't know what to do. xD Once we got to the beach, we spent time just walking around and talking. We were the only two there and it was dark out, and before I knew it, he started kissing me again, and then things started to get a bit... hotter within a few minutes. Lols! After that, he asked me to be his girlfriend right away, and I accepted.
Now, two years later, he and I are happily married and are very much in love. ^_^ I'm so glad I didn't call off that date.
Awws what a cute story <3. Congrats !
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After I finished reading this thread, I facepalmed really hard.
It went from sad to sad to more sad to lolwut and then touching and the whole thing is a roller coaster of emotions.
It went from sad to sad to more sad to lolwut and then touching and the whole thing is a roller coaster of emotions.
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Hmm... Looks like I'm going to sound shallow compared to everyone else...
My first love experience was with this guy I met online. I really thought I was in love with him, the attachment and feelings were there. Unfortunately I was also a super horny teenage virgin (and it was scary). When phonesex was not enough, I secretly flew out to meet him *aka his penis* for, let's be honest now, sex. He cried and I got teary when I had to leave to fly back home, we missed each other. He came to visit me the following month but I ended up only visited him at his hotel for sex (I'm sorry for being repetitive, but he had a huge one), otherwise I was busy doing my own thing. Yes we both loved anime and that was what had held us together during the online-only phase of our relationship, but in RL with face-to-face interaction, we had nothing in common. We didn't mesh well in RL situations, things were kind of awkward, etc. Most importantly, I also had to accept that I wasn't physically attracted to him, there just wasn't any kind of spark once we met. Just a lot of lessons learned. After he left, I broke things off and got myself a dildo and went prowling around some area for guys with some girlfriends for a time.
My current love, I've been with for 11 years. He is not my first love, but he is my greatest love. :) And oh, his penis is average, but MAN he's got skills! Sorry for the TMI, if any.
My first love experience was with this guy I met online. I really thought I was in love with him, the attachment and feelings were there. Unfortunately I was also a super horny teenage virgin (and it was scary). When phonesex was not enough, I secretly flew out to meet him *aka his penis* for, let's be honest now, sex. He cried and I got teary when I had to leave to fly back home, we missed each other. He came to visit me the following month but I ended up only visited him at his hotel for sex (I'm sorry for being repetitive, but he had a huge one), otherwise I was busy doing my own thing. Yes we both loved anime and that was what had held us together during the online-only phase of our relationship, but in RL with face-to-face interaction, we had nothing in common. We didn't mesh well in RL situations, things were kind of awkward, etc. Most importantly, I also had to accept that I wasn't physically attracted to him, there just wasn't any kind of spark once we met. Just a lot of lessons learned. After he left, I broke things off and got myself a dildo and went prowling around some area for guys with some girlfriends for a time.
My current love, I've been with for 11 years. He is not my first love, but he is my greatest love. :) And oh, his penis is average, but MAN he's got skills! Sorry for the TMI, if any.
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Drifter995
Neko//Night
Luke Piewalker wrote...
After I finished reading this thread, I facepalmed really hard.It went from sad to sad to more sad to lolwut and then touching and the whole thing is a roller coaster of emotions.
I know right.. roller coaster of FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNandsad
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First love huh.... I do have one, but I cant remember well, cuz its happenin when I was six year ol' brat ya know... hha... Even tought I stilll remember her name, face, smile, yet I dunno bout her current location right now, cuz no one my friends from grade school know anything bout her right now...
In first year middle school I got change to get GF, cuz she confess to me in middle Biology class, but I flat out reject her cuz I know nothin bout her.....
And in high school I ask her if she still remember bout our past story in that Lab. Biology room... ya know what was she say..?? it's "Sorry, I cant remember bout it, is it realy happenin between us..?? I cant belive how was me, ask you to out..?? its imposible.. hha..." damn if she say she did remember bout it, i was gonna ask her to out, yet...
but has happy life in Munich right now... Better if she doesnt forget bout me for real....
In first year middle school I got change to get GF, cuz she confess to me in middle Biology class, but I flat out reject her cuz I know nothin bout her.....
And in high school I ask her if she still remember bout our past story in that Lab. Biology room... ya know what was she say..?? it's "Sorry, I cant remember bout it, is it realy happenin between us..?? I cant belive how was me, ask you to out..?? its imposible.. hha..." damn if she say she did remember bout it, i was gonna ask her to out, yet...
but has happy life in Munich right now... Better if she doesnt forget bout me for real....
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Skywolfe wrote...
Spoiler:
I feel like I just read a very sweet doujinshi... ;_; That was great... then I hit the punchline and wanted to cry. Blasted education!
And as for my own personal experience... Well, I moved places for almost every year for over a decade, and one time we settled in a small rural town for a few years. I was a super-shy person who shoved away anyone who tried to get close because of my anxiety and depression... and met him. Somehow I couldn't get him to leave me alone, and we ended up becoming close friends. I knew I was falling for him, but I kept it a secret because I knew he didn't see me that way. By the time we left for highschool, we'd chosen different paths but maintained that we'd keep visiting. Kept that up for awhile, but eventually I couldn't keep it in. One day while we were at his place, I begged him to listen to me seriously, and I confessed my feelings. There was this long pause, and he wouldn't look at me... Then he said: "I'm sorry. I only really ever hung out with you all this time because I felt so sorry for you."
Been three years since I spoke to him after that. I walked out of his house, called my mother to take me home, and never looked back. Cried my eyes out for forever, but I eventually managed to move on. Still wouldn't talk to him if I saw him again, though. Last I heard he came out of the closet last year and is happily dating somebody in Toronto. -shrugs- I do hope it lasts for the guy, all things considered.
And that may explain while I'm still single now. Thank God for vanilla, and people sharing some happier stories. You guys give me faith in love!
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I do hope that everything works out for you and don't you dare give up :o!
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I don't know much about love, since most of my relationships have had a very quick start and an even quicker finish.
Awkward as I was, my first kiss was with one of my sister's college friends. Cute, petite girl named Olga (not european though) when I was 16. Just a one night feel-up in a B-rated disco. It's true what they say, you remember your first kiss forever, and boy did that girl know how to use her tongue.
The second experience was not a good one, when I was 19. Another cute, petite one named Bessy. Very intellectual, almost borderline nerdy, but we had some smart conversations. Started out pretty normal per-se, but a month into the "relationship", she starts trying to find me everywhere, calling at all hours and getting extremely angry that she saw me with another girl one day during her stalking trips; she never believed that I simply liked the company of women in a non-sexual way.
Anyway, got too weird and I decided to call it quits. She took it pretty badly at first, but I saw her on rebound not less than 3 days later. We made up after a month of mutual cold shoulders, but she got pregnant from her rebound soon after. To this day I feel that I somehow dodged a bullet; I would have been a completely unprepared father. I thank the heavens that I decided not to sleep with her during our time together. Last I heard she dropped out of college and became a housewife; I wish her well.
Aside from that, it's been mostly a learning experience over the last 8 years. I can't say that I've had a meaningful relationship with any woman, other than the occasional casual date/sex. But as they say, "those who do not look will never find". I'm still working towards finding that special someone^^.
Awkward as I was, my first kiss was with one of my sister's college friends. Cute, petite girl named Olga (not european though) when I was 16. Just a one night feel-up in a B-rated disco. It's true what they say, you remember your first kiss forever, and boy did that girl know how to use her tongue.
The second experience was not a good one, when I was 19. Another cute, petite one named Bessy. Very intellectual, almost borderline nerdy, but we had some smart conversations. Started out pretty normal per-se, but a month into the "relationship", she starts trying to find me everywhere, calling at all hours and getting extremely angry that she saw me with another girl one day during her stalking trips; she never believed that I simply liked the company of women in a non-sexual way.
Anyway, got too weird and I decided to call it quits. She took it pretty badly at first, but I saw her on rebound not less than 3 days later. We made up after a month of mutual cold shoulders, but she got pregnant from her rebound soon after. To this day I feel that I somehow dodged a bullet; I would have been a completely unprepared father. I thank the heavens that I decided not to sleep with her during our time together. Last I heard she dropped out of college and became a housewife; I wish her well.
Aside from that, it's been mostly a learning experience over the last 8 years. I can't say that I've had a meaningful relationship with any woman, other than the occasional casual date/sex. But as they say, "those who do not look will never find". I'm still working towards finding that special someone^^.
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Reasonably Bored wrote...
Skywolfe wrote...
Spoiler:
I feel like I just read a very sweet doujinshi... ;_; That was great... then I hit the punchline and wanted to cry. Blasted education!
And as for my own personal experience... Well, I moved places for almost every year for over a decade, and one time we settled in a small rural town for a few years. I was a super-shy person who shoved away anyone who tried to get close because of my anxiety and depression... and met him. Somehow I couldn't get him to leave me alone, and we ended up becoming close friends. I knew I was falling for him, but I kept it a secret because I knew he didn't see me that way. By the time we left for highschool, we'd chosen different paths but maintained that we'd keep visiting. Kept that up for awhile, but eventually I couldn't keep it in. One day while we were at his place, I begged him to listen to me seriously, and I confessed my feelings. There was this long pause, and he wouldn't look at me... Then he said: "I'm sorry. I only really ever hung out with you all this time because I felt so sorry for you."
Been three years since I spoke to him after that. I walked out of his house, called my mother to take me home, and never looked back. Cried my eyes out for forever, but I eventually managed to move on. Still wouldn't talk to him if I saw him again, though. Last I heard he came out of the closet last year and is happily dating somebody in Toronto. -shrugs- I do hope it lasts for the guy, all things considered.
And that may explain while I'm still single now. Thank God for vanilla, and people sharing some happier stories. You guys give me faith in love!
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I do hope that everything works out for you and don't you dare give up :o!
I'll get myself a cat or two, don't you worry! XD
[s] And if I'm super lucky, maybe one of them will turn into a nice male kemonomimi for me...
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animefreak_usa wrote...
MMMM do you mean my first girlfriend or the first time i fell in love?Well actually my first girlfriend and my only person i ever loved is the same person. I moved from the deep deep mountain to the valley of central cali and my mom didn't think i would be comfortable with a lot of people since my school was only 21 kids and the highschool here had 4000 kids.. is she send me to a Christian school. I met the only girl who wasn't a jesus freak or frighten of a catholic kid. We were friends and we both like each other, but the school had a no relationship thing unless we were married or some weird shit like that. So we just decided to go to public school the next year. We dated and yes.. we did it.... fucked up thing was she told me that she also like girl's too. At the time i was in the deep deep closet about my bisexuality so i had a fear of being notice so i broken up with her.
Two month later i was in a accident where i was in a coma for two weeks and was unable to move, walk or talk.. also minor brain damage. Most users know that my family is douches and fuck tard... the only people who visited me on the regular was my baby bro and my ex. She was by my side the whole time she wasn't in school. She my best friend but i fucked up the chance to be with her... skip over ten years.
I was in a relationship with a whore i curse to the day i die.. because i could of died. The accident left me with a badly injured pancreas and form of simple partial seizures which is a bad thing.. i just tweak for a sec.. kind of like when you get the chill you body twitches. Well my sugar was low and i started to seize. I asked the whore to get my bag in the lab since i needed a glucose tablet or some sugar so i wouldn't die.. well i can control my bladder if i sieze that bad so i pissed myself... she left me to die... if my friend didn't hear someone yelling ' some dude is seizing'... lucky he was there with my stuff. The college emergency contact card had her name on it so they called her.
She took me back to our apt.. i was still in the reserves(non combat since i had diabetes.. but the need for law enforcement experts was needed) so i couldn't get a lease since i can leave for duty ant anytime. This was the only girl i ever care for and the only person that wasn't a cunt or asshole in my life... well we hooked up...
Long story short it took me a lot of searching for the right woman/man to find the only on i give a shit about. We been together for six years, married for four, have two beautiful girls who we hope not fuck up with... we still happy even though we still crave others... that a story for a another day kiddies.
This needs to be a movie.
