<p>Remember my first love? Oh, yeah. I proposed to her the second time we met face-to-face (which was a year after the first meeting, long story), she didn’t say no, and we got married a year later. Still together after 30+ years, and going strong.</p>
<p>And Ariesathena - yes, I think we DO recognize that. It didn’t happen because we led decent, religious<em>entity</em>fearing lives, or because we thought Good Thoughts. We just lucked out. Period.</p>
<p>So I could be sittin’ across the T’giving table from D’s bf for the next 30+ years! And my gchrn could look/act like him!!??!!</p>
<p>Oh yeah. I have a few memories, hubba hubba.</p>
<p>My dad told me I couldn’t marry my first love. He told me that first love was too good looking and would be a target for pick-ups.</p>
<p>Although I didn’t think I was listening, I must have been. I arranged to live in another city for a year. That broke up my first love.</p>
<p>He has been married…SIX TIMES! :o No children.</p>
<p>It’s been 20 years since we met, 19 1/2 since we married. (I met his family at the wedding–not recommended!) Seven kids. Nine addresses. Lots of ups and downs. Still getting better after all these years.</p>
<p>Yes, and after a 37 year break-up we got married. 3 happy years so far.</p>
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Well, how cool is THAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! 
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<p>Story, please…(like how did y’all reconnect and what happened in that 37 years, etc.???)</p>
<p>~b.</p>
<p>I dated my first love through HS and 2 years of college. He married my best friend a year after we broke up - I was in the wedding. (Fun seeing the faces of his friends and relatives as I stood in the receiving line.) We’re all still friends; email every once in awhile, see each other every couple of years. I enjoyed our times together, and grew up a lot in the time we dated. He’s a great guy, and I’m still glad I didn’t marry him. :)</p>
<p>I’ve been happily married to my first love for 22 years. He wasn’t my first boyfriend, but he was the only boy I fell in love with. We started dating the end of my senior year in high school and married shortly after college graduation. I really love that we have so much history together. We are really part of each others families, partly because we spent so much time with them during our late teen years. Both of our parents married their first loves, and so have most of our siblings and several of the older grandchildren. Our marriages seem to stick, so maybe it’s because we don’t know any better. :)</p>
<p>Short version–we broke-up when I went away to college from NJ back in the late 60’s. Did not converse until about a little over three years ago when I saw her name on the Classmates.com site and sent her an email through the site service. Heard back a week later and it turned out we had both moved to the Seattle area in the intervening years–her in 1976 on a whim and me in 1991 for a new job. Met for lunch and were married about six months later and it will be three years this month. Second marriage for both of us.</p>
<p>Just got back from a wonderful vacation in Charleston and Savannah which both are very interesting enjoyable places.</p>
<p>barrons,</p>
<p>That is sooo sweet. I am gushing just reading your story. I would not have ever taken you to be a died in the wool romantic </p>
<p>your post will definitely take on a new spin from now on.</p>
<p>Crusty on the outside–soft on the inside. She’s even a very loyal Clinton Democrat. We try not to argue politics much.</p>
<p>All love stories are ultimately tragedies, ended by estrangement or death. Someone else’s line, not mine.</p>
<p>But it’s one of those observations that kicked me a little in the direction of enjoying the journeys instead of just obsessing about destinations. Some of the the stories here reinforce that outlook, some great journeys and all.</p>
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Ah, score one for classmates.com! I have been on classmates for MUCH longer than I’ve been on CC! I’ve reconnected with some neat people there too, including my first love, though we are not currently in contact. It’s a cool site, though vastly underused, IMHO. Anyway, great story and congrats on your HAPPY second marriage! </p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>She told me later she had seen my name so she put hers on in case I wanted to get in touch. It was another year before I saw it, so it took some time and luck as I was not a heavy user.</p>
<p>barrons is happily married to a FOB?</p>
<p>Holy Cow.</p>
<p>Next we’ll hear that driver and fundingfather are married to Gore and Kerry supporters!</p>
<p>Slightly OT comment on classmates.com…</p>
<p>sometimes people you don’t want finding you will find you. very long story and not as happy as barrons (which was a great story!)</p>
<p>no, no, cheers-- driver’s husband is a green party member, and ff’s wife is a wiccan. ;)</p>
<p>My first love should be in the Smithsonian as an example of the Peter Pan syndrome 
He was late to my 16th birthday dinner because “surf was up dude” (said to my Dad). At 45 he still rides a skateboard as his preferred mode of transportation and lives with his mom (no steady work in Abalone diving). I begged my parents to let me drop out of HS and marry him 
I was heartbroken when they refused. When we visit my parents in my coastal hometown we sometimes visit him and the kids get a kick out of him and his eternal boyitude.</p>
<p>To his credit, he has zero stress. (((Bob)))</p>
<p>PrimetimeMom~</p>
<p>I had a bf in high school who I would have SWORN would turn out like Bob <em>lol</em>. He was SUCH a free spirit, very intelligent and well-read, but kind of “out there.” He was CRAZY about me…almost literally! Every day I’d find a bottle of wine, a bunch of roses, or some other small gift on the front seat of my car. He’d skip school to go out and buy me flowers and deliver them in front of the whole class. He once hand typed (on a typewriter!) an ENTIRE page of “I love you, I love you, I love you…” leaving only my name in white and made hundreds of copies of it to throw off of the school roof. He wrote me reams of poetry which I have kept…it was THAT good, especially in light of his tender age. He was totally romantic and bowed to NO conventions whatsoever. He grossly neglected his school work, and we even had a little tiff when he was afraid to show me his transcript 'cause I was a straight A student <em>lol</em>.</p>
<p>He swore one day we’d be married (we even had our future children named!), but I was so afraid of his capriciousness, figuring that eventually, he’d be “a 45-year-old riding a skateboard as his preferred mode of transportation.” 
Actually, I figured he’d probably live on a large sailboat, as he truly loved the ocean…</p>
<p>Well, long story short, four years ago I reconnected with him and was surprised to find out that he is now a lawyer living in Boston! <em>lol</em> Still a free spirit, still a sailing freak, but more settled than I’d ever have imagined, with a wife (but no children). Go figure…
And after a rather tumultuous 6-month period in which we worked through our “unfinished” past, we now maintain a friendly email relationship. :)</p>
<p>~berurah</p>
<p>FIRST love, right? Okay, he was the elementary school Mardi Gras king, and I was the Mardi Gras queen. He also happened to be the fastest boy in our class, as well as the spittin’ image of a Sixth Grade Elvis. I luvvved him! </p>
<p>We cemented our love by exchanging Valentine cards the month before. His card had a pink fake diamond on the front, which as far as I was concerned, was right up there with the big diamond from the Pink Panther movie. It wasn’t one of those little punch-out paper valentines that kids would give to their friends. It was a real Hallmark card from the drug store, and only a true love would ask his mom to take him to the estrogen den (drug stores = hair curlers and Kotex) to buy a card for a girl.</p>
<p>The extent of our romance was limited to the parameters of the classroom. We switched desks with our friends so that we could be in the same row. We left notes for each other in our cavernous desks. He chalked our initials in the corner of the blackboard underneath the daily spelling words, “TJ + TM.” When our class elected us King and Queen of the school Mardi Gras (only sixth graders got to do this because we were the oldest in the school), we considered ourselves practically married. Sitting on stage draped in crepe paper royal robes with our purple and gold cardboard crowns was public acknowledgment by our peers that we were a groovy couple. </p>
<p>Well, then he decided he didn’t <em>like</em> me anymore, and a year later, he called me a prude for not knowing what a lid was. I had been to plenty of backyard cookouts, and I was thinking along the lines of a mayonnaise jar. After that, I decided that boys were, generally, a pain-in-the-a**, and I would make it my personal mission to beat every one of them in gym class. He spent high school turning into a juvenile delinquent, and I avoided him. </p>
<p>I ran into my First Love at my 25th class reunion. He looked like he’d been to prison, but then again, some of my classmates looked wrecked after a couple of divorces and twenty-five years of chain smoking. He interrupted an oddly fascinating conversation that I was having with a classmate who had become a condom machine distributor and couldn’t wait to apologize for the way he had treated me during junior high and high school. I felt like he was working through a 12-step program, but what the heck. He was a grown-up version of the sweet boy who had given me the World’s Best Valentine. ;)</p>