My first serious BF was in high school. To a guy in my own clique - 'cause didn't everyone hang in a "clique" in high school? - which pretty much meant we were both nerds with a lot of similar interests. Except he loved playing Magic during lunch and I'd rather be off hitting tennis balls. Or trying out for the fencing team (don't ask).
I think it was typical geeky first love - you know, the passed notes, scribbling hearts in notebooks, sharing Cheesy Doodles kind. "Dating" was going to the local pizzeria or McDonalds, then bowling. When it snowed, we used to go sliding down a hill together on our textbooks (sorry, Board of Education) or he'd dragged me giggling through the slush on my bum so I'd end up having to walk home with wet icy pants. Ah, pitter patter heart.
We were on and off for about three years - eons in high school time - until the night when he promptly dumped me at prom. At prom. During prom. When it was still happening. Like, people were still out on the dance floor dancing and he was all in front me mumbling something about "hey, I need my freedom. yo."
I'm pretty sure I cried my eyes out after I got home. I'm sure my heart ached and I couldn't eat and all I could do was be all miserable Bella-sans Edwards-like when I daydreamed about the good times we had together and how I was never going to find another "good man."
Now is it just me, or did we just feel the highs and lows of love more deeply when we were younger? Were we just more receptive to love back then? Were our hearts more open? (Or is it just we've gotten older and wiser with the realization of how truly sucky some guys are?)
Do you remember your first "serious" relationship? What do you feel about now that you think back on it?
Dress: Eva Franco archer (Laura also has this dress, can't wait to see her rock it - sim here, here)
Brooch: part of dress (sim all metal here)