Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail

Hmm... first love.  I guess I'll skip over first crush, first boyfriend (6th grade, complete with ID bracelet) and high school boyfriend (Kenny).  He was a nice enough guy but I was never in love with him.

No, my first love is David.  Not the David I am with now, but the first David.  David of the blond hair, green eyes and incredible smile that melted me from the first moment I met him.  He was a cousin of a friend of Kenny and I met him when he came home on his first leave from the Navy.  He was so cool, sexy and (seemingly) mature.  I was still dating Kenny but ooo my, David just got to me.  He went back to his ship and I started writing to him because none of the folks back home seemed to know how to put pen to paper.  We started writing as I was finishing my senior year of high school, going to the prom (with Kenny), getting thrown from a horse and breaking 3 ribs and leaving for college.  By the time I moved into my dorm, David's letters had already taken a romantic turn.  (Kenny broke up with me just before I left for college - he didn't want a long distance thing.  I was OK - college men awaited!)  

David's letters got longer and longer - he had amazing penmanship and he loved to write.  We talked about our dreams, childhoods, how we saw the world and so much more.  I wish I still had those letters.  He wrote poetry, stories and pages and pages on how much he loved me, how amazing I was, and on and on.  He remembered that yellow roses are my favorite flower and the bouquets started coming to my dorm.  Not many freshman were getting biweekly deliveries of a dozen yellow roses.  By the time Thanksgiving came, he had proposed to me in a letter.  By Christmas, he came home on leave and we were engaged.  It was heady and wonderful and romantic as all hell.  He made his mother furious because he spent his precious spring leave coming to visit me in Buffalo rather than going home to see her.

Well, by the time summer came things got weird.  His letters - which usually came 3 or 4 at a time due to the vagaries of military mail - had stopped coming.  I thought perhaps he was way out at sea and the mail plane couldn't get there.  I took a job working at a sleep away camp and was getting ready to leave.  Still no letters.  I left for camp and that day letters came, but I was already gone.  My parents forwarded them to me and they caught up to me a few days later.  There were 4 letters.  One was a normal letter - I love you, I miss you, can't wait to come home and marry you.

The next letter sounded weird and the third one was even weirder.  He wanted to break up with me, we weren't right for each other, we shouldn't get married.  It seems that Kenny was jealous of our relationship and finally started writing to David, telling him that I was a college girl, my parents were teachers, they (and I) would always look down on him.  (Totally not true.)  The rest of the summer the letters kept coming - one saying he loved me and was so sorry for upsetting me and we would get married as soon as he got home, the next saying it was all over and he didn't know what he was thinking to get involved with me.  Finally I took matters into my own hands and told him to stuff it.  I was through with having my emotions treated like a taffy pull and he should stop contacting me.  The letters went on for a while, same thing back and forth.  Finally he stopped and it was over.

Everyone should have a romance like that though. 

O, I was recently "friended" on Facebook by Kenny and we've reconnected.  His mom just died and I helped him through that a bit.  He just had a terrible motorcycle accident - hit a deer and was in ICU for a week.  Many broken bones and other injuries but he'll be all right.  His wife is posting regularly on his FB page so we all know what's happening.  

Funny thing - he is friends with David on FB and I saw what he looks like now.  Dodged a bullet there.  

Day 02 – Your first love, in great detail

Hmm... first love.  I guess I'll skip over first crush, first boyfriend (6th grade, complete with ID bracelet) and high school boyfriend (Kenny).  He was a nice enough guy but I was never in love with him.

No, my first love is David.  Not the David I am with now, but the first David.  David of the blond hair, green eyes and incredible smile that melted me from the first moment I met him.  He was a cousin of a friend of Kenny and I met him when he came home on his first leave from the Navy.  He was so cool, sexy and (seemingly) mature.  I was still dating Kenny but ooo my, David just got to me.  He went back to his ship and I started writing to him because none of the folks back home seemed to know how to put pen to paper.  We started writing as I was finishing my senior year of high school, going to the prom (with Kenny), getting thrown from a horse and breaking 3 ribs and leaving for college.  By the time I moved into my dorm, David's letters had already taken a romantic turn.  (Kenny broke up with me just before I left for college - he didn't want a long distance thing.  I was OK - college men awaited!)  

David's letters got longer and longer - he had amazing penmanship and he loved to write.  We talked about our dreams, childhoods, how we saw the world and so much more.  I wish I still had those letters.  He wrote poetry, stories and pages and pages on how much he loved me, how amazing I was, and on and on.  He remembered that yellow roses are my favorite flower and the bouquets started coming to my dorm.  Not many freshman were getting biweekly deliveries of a dozen yellow roses.  By the time Thanksgiving came, he had proposed to me in a letter.  By Christmas, he came home on leave and we were engaged.  It was heady and wonderful and romantic as all hell.  He made his mother furious because he spent his precious spring leave coming to visit me in Buffalo rather than going home to see her.

Well, by the time summer came things got weird.  His letters - which usually came 3 or 4 at a time due to the vagaries of military mail - had stopped coming.  I thought perhaps he was way out at sea and the mail plane couldn't get there.  I took a job working at a sleep away camp and was getting ready to leave.  Still no letters.  I left for camp and that day letters came, but I was already gone.  My parents forwarded them to me and they caught up to me a few days later.  There were 4 letters.  One was a normal letter - I love you, I miss you, can't wait to come home and marry you.

The next letter sounded weird and the third one was even weirder.  He wanted to break up with me, we weren't right for each other, we shouldn't get married.  It seems that Kenny was jealous of our relationship and finally started writing to David, telling him that I was a college girl, my parents were teachers, they (and I) would always look down on him.  (Totally not true.)  The rest of the summer the letters kept coming - one saying he loved me and was so sorry for upsetting me and we would get married as soon as he got home, the next saying it was all over and he didn't know what he was thinking to get involved with me.  Finally I took matters into my own hands and told him to stuff it.  I was through with having my emotions treated like a taffy pull and he should stop contacting me.  The letters went on for a while, same thing back and forth.  Finally he stopped and it was over.

Everyone should have a romance like that though. 

O, I was recently "friended" on Facebook by Kenny and we've reconnected.  His mom just died and I helped him through that a bit.  He just had a terrible motorcycle accident - hit a deer and was in ICU for a week.  Many broken bones and other injuries but he'll be all right.  His wife is posting regularly on his FB page so we all know what's happening.  

Funny thing - he is friends with David on FB and I saw what he looks like now.  Dodged a bullet there.