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Have you ever been in love? Who was your first love? And more importantly how horribly and embarrassingly did it end?

― Tom, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Tom, are you the new Mike Read?

― Nick, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

No, I'm the new 'Kid' Jensen. Why?

― Tom, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Ewing, you've gone Thread Mad!

I was going to ask about love the other day. I was going to ask, HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN IN LOVE? Do you think that that would bear another thread, or not?

How do you know if you have been in love? Who is to tell you? Nobody. Certainly not the one you'd like to think you've been in love with.

Answers:

1. Yes.

2. You've never heard of them. In fact, I'm not sure who it was, for reasons given above.

3. I suppose that whoever it was, it will have 'ended' with me unconsciously deciding that I had had enough of being ignored by this loved one, and going off to be ignored by another.

― the pinefox, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Going with what we will call The Pinefoxian Definition Of Love, my first love was the daughter of my parents' best friends. We spent many an afternoon watching TV in the basement and jumping up and down on the trampoline to Tears For Fears. Then we both hit puberty, she started thinking I was a dork and I started lusting after her. I knew I had hit upon something wonderful because since then, I've copied that exact model in all subsequent relationships...

― Dave M., Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

My first job, at age 16 -- my older sister was an Account Rep for the local cable company and got me a file clerk job for the summer. One hot lady worked in the Billing Dep't, one day I was putting away files at the same time she was, I got to look up her dress and I knew it was love at first sight.

I was a late bloomer, as far as those things go. I remember kids from school who were getting and giving head when they were 11. I didn't even know you could do that at that age ... what an innocent little dork I was.

― Tadeusz Suchodolski, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

14 years old. I never told him. But it must have seemed weird that I was always *in the neighbourhood*. Or maybe not. After eight months I just woke up to reality, ie that it would never *happen*. This is a pattern I have repeated ever since.

― nathalie (nathalie), Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I think Read used to have a feature called "First Love", Tom.

When I was 12 I had an insane crush on a girl about 4 years older than me, who seemed to me the epitome of everything I couldn't yet be (indeed I'm not sure whether I am *now*): i.e. sophisticated, intelligent, calm, obviously v. clever. I never mentioned this to her, which says a lot about what happened to me in the *next* 9 years ...

― Robin Carmody, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I love Dave M's answer. It will do for my own.

― Nick, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Hester Daves. The most popular girl in kindergarten. I remember Mark Crawley (yes) yanking her pigtails: oh she laughed and laughed. But what happens when I try? So inconsistent, these 5 year olds!

― Tracer Hand, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Yes, i was in love, i have been in love alot of times.
My first love was at boarding school and it was very teacher/student pastoral. We made love outside not to get caught. We held hands in the woods, talking about everything . It was our own Arcadia.

― anthony, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

and of ccourse i am in love

― anthony, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I would like to see this turn a Mapplethorpian Fist Love thread. Thank you.

― nathalie (nathalie), Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Fisting was uncomfortable. He was older tthen me not a teacher.

― anthony, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

It was Luke Skywalker. But then he ruined it all by running off in the middle of the night babbling something about his father being James Earl Jones, and last I heard he was lounging on a beach in Tatoohiti with his curmudgeonly sister and a wizened muppet. C'est la vie.

― Kim, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I don't fall in love with people, but for the sake of conversation, I'll humor the question and say that my first love was this girl I met when I was like 10, who had all this awful taste, always going on about her creepy interests, like the new Addams Family movie or the latest Tag Team single (she would actually refer to it as "the latest Tag Team single", rather than "Whoomp! There It Is" or "the one that's not 'Whoomp! There It Is'"). I spent all my time telling her to her face how much I didn't like her and how much she sucked. So it was like most of my relationships, just more open. It didn't really end, I mean, it was never a relationship, but she did get voted Biggest Whore in high school. My actual first love (though still not my actual first love, because I don't fall in love with people) was this wild, out of control, underage bellydancing hippie diva from India who dumped me while we were on vacation in CA because I was too "bleak and cynical".

― Otis Wheeler, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Twice. You don't know my first love, no one here does. It ended viciously horribly and I don't want to talk about it, I was already made to discuss it this past weekend and it made me want to throw myself off the roof, that and the multiple other "drunken confessions about my life" conversations that went on. The second time is now and that kind of makes me want to throw myself off the roof too because it ruins my whole thing, being a manipulative bitch whore and all that.

― Ally, Sunday, 29 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

two or htree or four times; the person returned that love: twice. 1st itme - ended via her calling me from argentina, when I was in the psychiatric clinic, telling me that things no klonger made sense, and she needed some time to think. Needless to say, she never spoke to me again. Second ended last year over tears and cigarettes - much more civilized.

― Geoff, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Music was my first love, and it will be my last.

Unless of course I pull before I die.

― Pete, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Pete, pulling is not the same as being in love. If you think it is then you are a stalker.

― Emma, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

No, being in love but not pulling is the essence of being a stalker. ie Following someone round for days even if theydo not know you, or they are married, or they have met you and have given you short shrift.

Admittedly though I would agree that pulling isn't love, but if you can't be with the one you love - well go on - love the one you're with.

― Pete, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Pete, that sounds too desperate. And falling in love with someone who has drunkenly let you put your hand up her top is indeed very stalkerish behaviour.

― Emma, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

Frankly I can think of few better grounds. Low expectations minimize disappointment.

― Tom, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

I can't see any other reasonable grounds for falling in love.

― alex thomson, Monday, 30 July 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)

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