I was 13 years old. He was my first: love, Partner, kiss, fight, sex, embarrassment, loss, jerk, fling, sex with-and- myself being the 'other woman', experience with real life, fairy-tale.

He was everything and nothing. Please do not ask me if I would do it all over again, because I do not know. I struggle with that idea every so often.

We began talking online, through AIM and he remembered me solely out of a group of girl friends. We stopped talking after when I checked with him … Read more »

the greatest lessons learned are the lessons lived

We met at a party my first weekend in college. i saw him again at a battle of the bands. he mooned me on the way there and dropped me in the mosh pit. went back to his place with everyone, stayed in living room with him to listen to music. then i never left. he cried when he told me he loved me. i pulled him in the shower with his clothes on. we loved god and respected our bodies. i had never felt so comfortable with someone before...i … Read more »

so awkward; i couldn't take it

Crush on him; we became friends. he liked me(?!); i liked him. asked me out, i said yes. we were awkward; making it work? i dumped him because nothing happened. he liked me more than i, him. and another guy was distracting, anyway. now, trying to be friends: awkward.

Longing

I don't miss him, but I'd like to think he's kicking himself for letting me "get away".

Lust in Translation.

I dated Andres from Torino, Italy out of boredom. He was cute enough, spoke very little English, and expected nothing of me. Really, according to my friend Tina, the perfect man, "...calm and dumb."
His three most outstanding traits both attracted and repulsed me; vacuum sealed jeans, overt public displays of fornication, and the ability to say the wrong thing.
The first time I took him home he became very excited. I walked over to see what had piqued his interest. Andres was standing over a framed … Read more »

Bachelorphobia

I swear, I won't make you give up your guy time. I thought we were just hanging out and seeing where this goes? I am not asking you to quit partying. What exactly does "grippy" mean? I do like football - and I like to be around you. What is your issue? I should've seen this coming. Are you scared? You coward! A text message? Let's play it cool "for a minute" you say. I guess I'll talk to … Read more »

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Guilty of loving too much

We fell in love the moment we met. The first handshake was electric. I thought I had found my one true love. Time stopped with him. Six months later, halfway around the world on a romantic, tropical getaway I discovered he had a girlfriend of almost 4 years.

He hasn't left her, but I can't leave him because I love him too much. It's pathetic and I hate to keep loving him, but I know I'll never find a feeling like this with anyone ever … Read more »

You Can Call and Ask a Question

The phone had been ringing at all hours of the day—morning, noon, night, four a.m. At first, the other end would hang up. The Caller ID was blocked but I had a feeling it was she, the one I used to love, and still love; the one that is not here with me and said she loved me too.
Next, the caller didn’t hang up but stayed on the phone and was silent.
Speak up, I said.
Nothing.
I could hear background noise—car horns, cars driving by; … Read more »

Anger

“I’m so wound up,” she says, “I’m so angry,” she says, “I’m so pissed off—I just want to hit someone right now,” she says.
We are sitting at the bar counter in an Italian restaurant, eating pizza slices and drinking beer.
I ask, “Who do you want to hit?”
“Anyone.”
I lean away from her.
“Let’s hope it’s not you,” she says. She shows me that grin to let me know she is joking.
You know: ha-ha, hardy-ho-he.
Wwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I think.
“If it would make you feel better,” I say, … Read more »

Minor Surgery

We were sitting in the coffee shop across the street from the building we had an eleven o’clock appoint at. It was ten-thirty. We sipped coffee.
“Look at that,” she said.
“What?”
She pointed at a painting on the wall. It was a painting of two white elephants grazing in lush grass; several hills were in the background. The hills were green like all hills should be.
“I like it,” she said; “it’s nice.”
“It’s nice.”
“Where do you think they are?”
“Who?”
“The elephants, the white … Read more »

Army Man..or Boy?

I had been dating this guy for about a year when he asked me to marry him. The next day he had to leave for Basic Training for the military. He only had to be gone 3 months. Well when he left everything was great it was like he was still home even tho he wasnt. Hed call me any time he could and write me letters almost everyday. Well it comes the last month before hes due to come home and everything just stops. No letters, No calls, no … Read more »

So far, just my six-word memoir...

My six-word memoir on this subject: "Eleven months; still want you back."
I could elaborate, and maybe sometime I will.

MY YOUNGER MAN

What can a woman say when she is wooed by a young man 15 years her junior? I just thought of how good it felt at the time as I was recently divorced from my ex-husband of twenty-five years. The sex was great, the conversation limited to present happenings and the struggle with my feelings was enormous. I thought if I gave in to my emotions I would be sorry in the end but I succumbed to his happy-go-lucky manner and gentle heart. Time went by, … Read more »

Whipped without a whip

I dated this girl for a year and a half. I was in love with her, and she was the one who took my virginity. Then she decided it would be best for our relationship if we went of a break. That night was the best, and worst, night I've ever had. We made out, and made love like never before, and like we never will again. It's been months, and I have yet to even talk to her about "us." All I have left are the memories from … Read more »

Catharsis

My cel phone did an impromptu jig on the coffee table. I'd set it on vibrate, earlier in the day, and had forgotten to take it out of silent mode. It danced again. I sat my book down next to it, picked it up and read the readout. I didn't recognize the number. I glanced up at the clock above the television. 11: 06. Who the hell would be calling me at this hour? A cold feeling in my chest made me flip it open.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dave." … Read more »

The War in Iraq and an (Ex) Girlfriend's Role in it.

The silent hush. The no-one-can-bring-it-up-unless-I-do-first sort of silence. She tiptoes around playing girlfriend back home in the country that her boyfriend is keeping free.

She sheds her identity and takes on his as she keeps up with his family and work matters. During the day, she hosts fundraisers for the care packages she prepares for his unit overseas.

At night, she reads about his battle in the margins of the newspaper because Britney and Lindsay dominate the headlines. She watches … Read more »

Treasons of Love

Even after all he’s put me through I still can’t walk away. He’s like my addiction, a drug addicts fix. I’ve loved him for four years, why can’t I just forget him? Just cut him out of my life. It bothers me that I’m so attached, and that I can’t break away. We always say we’ll just be friends, but we don’t know how. We only know how to love each other, and when loving someone hurts so much it becomes a burden. So what’s my alternative? I love him … Read more »

You're on my heart just like a tattoo...

She was playing with a blue Sharpie marker one night and drew a small star on my right wrist, just below my pulse-point. Almost 9 months later, and 2 months after we ended it the final time, I got a blue star tattooed to my wrist. I didn't do it for her. I did it for me, and everything I learned from our relationship. Strength, Determination, and Unconditional Love. I had the strength to survive 9 months of constent on-and-off. I had the determination to make it through even the … Read more »

Less about Ex's More about Me

This is the story of my not so exish Ex's.
I was fat, Now I am not, and my life was saved by a rockstar.
When I think about Ex's a few things come to mind. One that I was late bloomer with a raging nypho inside who couldnt get out because I was the fat pretty girl. Two that after I lost the weight a rockstar saved my life by letting the nypho out to play. And three that all my ex's are actracted … Read more »