Describe your first love

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<p>well since we've all been through puberty by now, i hope that every one of us can post our experience about the first time we fell in love, and if by chance, you haven't fallen in love yet, at least say what your expectations of it are. </p>

<p>as for me, the first time i fell in love was sophomore year. it was unusual because we rarely spoke to each other yet in our minds we knew we were in love (or at least loved each other). we were both reluctant for some reason. if what i felt wasn't love, then it was the closest i've come to loving someone. we always made subtle references to each other in class as we discussed book themes or recited poetry or sang a cappella or even as we performed skits in spanish class. but the first clear indication i got was when my friend sang a song that more or less said i love you.
we shared the strangest things in common, and that's something because i had been living out of this world for the most part. we refused to be noticed by other people nor did we take interest in others but each other. i never thought i'd ever fall in love just because i was way too busy with many other things...but it really does creep up on you when you least expect it. our relationship was more of an appreciation for each other than any form of physical attraction. we both knew ourselves really well and had a different perspective on life from most people. that's why it was so hard for us to find love in the first place. but in the end, i had to leave DARN IT. we couldn't bring ourselves to say a formal goodbye so we didn't. our last moment together was having breakfast with our advising group. i then walked away to distract myself from awkward moments of silence and that was the last time we ever saw each other.</p>

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<p>if anyone cares...</p>

<p>Last year I was not really thinking about guys much. And then in science class one day I came in late and so I had to sit next to this kid that I thought was totally weird. I hadn't really known him that much, and he was pretty cool and junk... The teacher was out so we were supposed to read some article quietly. It seemed like he had been thinkin about it for a really long time or somethin, b/c all of a sudden he pokes me and shows me this really sick pic in the article and starts telling me jokes about it. And so we joked & he was really funny. lala, nothing happened...I started seeing him hang out with my friends so I start talking to him...lala...we really like each other and do every single thing together....then summer vacation came and that time frame just drew us apart. bummer! we're not as close anymore, but we're still friends. this sux. sigh....</p>

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<p>Awww... ndbisme is all teary-eyed now. Well, there is this one girl, we'll call her "shooshoo" and well, she's kind of slow, and she rubbed me the wrong way at first, but now... now, I can't get enough of this girl. Haha, just kidding. Nice post paris23 (I read his post first because it was shorter). Just kidding again on the "his." Ndbisme should take a CC break for a while if he can.</p>

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<p>hmm...for me I fell in love with a european (exchange student) last year. Those six months still seem so surreal, we clicked instantly and had fun just sitting around talking. I miss those days, but at least I have the memories...</p>

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<p>O Elisha Cuthbert in Old School, where art thou?</p>

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<p>I had a similar experience as paris 123.....I liked this girl last year, we talked and hung out but after the summer there seems there is a rift between us and I haven't really talked to her.</p>

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<p>Cuthbert has the prom committee thing dude</p>

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<p>"well since we've all been through puberty by now"</p>

<p>why did you feel the need to point this out? there's something about this that just screams "10 year old with no friends and too much time". The badly written epic first post doesn't help your case...</p>

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<p>for god's sake, mediocretes... get OVER it.</p>

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<p>what what what?
My first "love" was a girl name XXXX XXXXXXXXXXXX. She was pretty hot. I liked her face, particularly her nose. very delicate nose. Had a bangin' body. Intelligent. Hot... Good personality... hot. Oh, did I mention that she was hot? I love Puerto Ricans.. broke up 'cause she moved to New York. Damn. But man... she was fine. </p>

<p>Don't flame me for being shallow. She was smart too.... and hot.</p>

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<p>It was in 6th grade. Zits were blooming at strange intervals, leaving the scent of white pus stained with bouts of sputtered oil in all directions. Strings of the testosterone prone were being plucked and pruned... stretched in odd directions with sweet 'music' to match. As Spring passed, and girls 'blossomed', hormones were in the air and pheromones were being pumped like CO2 from aged bodies developed over 12 years. There he was: Christopher, my pre-teen love. He was the emblem of my dive into adolescence - the insecurities, the social pressures, and the ingenuity that comes with that stage. </p>

<p>When I first began 'dating' Christopher, I noticed his slight fear of me and of women in general. I, being a 12-year old woman, was supposedly somewhat intimidating towards him. Was it because I had initiated the First Kiss? Not sure. Was it because I was slightly taller than him? (I'm sure his spiked hair helped.) Again, not sure. Was it because I was so strikingly beautiful at 4'10", 90 lbs, with raven black hair and dark, deep brown eyes, with rich olive skin? Possibly. Whatever the reasons, there was a barrier between us -most likely, the barrier of inexperience and novelty - that prevailed in our 1-month 'relationship'. Despite this, it was at the very least a pup's love. </p>

<p>Chris and I would hang out with our mob (all 5-6 of us) and hang out at the creek or the park - it was very comfortable yet demanding at the same time. We were breaking down barriers by holding hands while still wincing as Childhood crumbled and fell apart - the sting of growing up. As one wall fell apart, another one did - hugging. Later, it would be the occasional 'peck'. Of course it was right to do! Our friends played Spin the Bottle and that was right... RIGHT?! And so, we smiled. </p>

<p>As our 'relationship' blossomed, I found myself finding more about me (as well as Chris). As silly as it sounds, a young, glowing 12-year old woman was changing in a 'SERIOUS' relationship with a darling 12-year old man. I found myself staring in the mirror, masquerading as not a 13-year old, but the full-fledged 16 with chocolate coated eyelashes and enough 'gloss to shine a car! The make-up grew wary and it was tiring. After taking off my masks, I felt comfortable again and that was one thing of my life that has prevailed through the years. </p>

<p>My relationship with Christophere didn't last long- and as I look back 5 years from the day I called him to say "It's over" I can only imagine what I was thinking then, and then laugh at my immaturity and his as well. We were young, foolish, and just experimenting. In the end, I can simply laugh and wait for my wisdom teeth to get pulled and for the wrinkles to appear as I look at myself another few years from now. </p>

<p>^ UGH. I couldn't think of a good ending. Keep in mind this was a paragraph turned essay that I did in a few minutes. :( I might edit it some time in the future. And yes, I have a weird tendency to turn my posts into essays. Pretty weak writing? Please note corrections and for improvements. And yes, this is an actualy sampling of my 'love life'. Some parts have been accentuated for dramatic effects.</p>

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<p>Hmm... Now that I look back on my work, it could have added an extra dimension with my current insight towards the silliness factor. It seems soo cookie-cutter essay with 3 points and blah blah. What I should do is embed gems of current 'love' experience with the old stuff and provide a more profound conclusion. </p>

<p>My introduction was nice and descriptive but it failed to provide the correct tone for the subsequent paragraphs. It also contrasts the conclusion greatly. The body paragraphs should at least have made some type of progression. The introduction is lame and sucks in the incorrect audience - whatever audience I was trying to suck - excuse me - vacuum in. It detracts from
whatever meaning my subconscious was telling me at rapidfire pace in an inaudible tone. Perhaps another time I will get it right. </p>

<p>*If I come back with something worthy, I will post.
*While I'm at it, I would like to excuse my 'work' from all of its impurities by noting that it was most definitely an impromptu essay that I felt I needed to conjure to feed the hungry masses of CC readers. (Read: I am providing an excuse for myself beforehand and leaving space for compliments - in other words, I have cast off!)</p>

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<p>Christ, you people could write supermarket romances for NAMBLA.</p>

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<p>Hahahaha, Mediocretes.</p>

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<p>summer vacation is supposed to be fantastic. then why does it make you depressed?!! at least it made me depressed. things will never be the same...weeep...</p>

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<p>This summer, this guy and me became friends almost instantly, but I never thought I would like him...but the friendship became a lot more when school started. And it doesn't hurt that he looks like a model :)</p>

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<p>haha...thanks emsibdn, we're ONLY married ;)</p>

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<p>It was 10th grade and a short time later, the PSAT was beign passed out...and that's how I became a standarized test whore.</p>

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<p>LOL, mekrob!!</p>

<p>Crayon, that was beautiful.</p>

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<p>It was a hot summer day, I had a bit of cash on me, and then I saw "him"</p>

<p>a beautiful, tasty, cold ice cream sundae :)</p>

<p>Then winter came, and I met hot chocolate.</p>