Ah, boys. I remember my first crush in fourth grade, Morgan. It was a time of such innocence that the biggest thing in the world was when he sent his friend to ask for my permission to let Morgan hold my hand after school. SWOON! I gave my permission, of course, but it never happened. We were far too shy and busy with after-school sports. If only life remained so pure…
In high school, dating was just difficult. Freshman year, I didn’t live near my school, so I didn’t care to try to date. A guy named Tony thought I was cool and wanted to date me, but he was a senior, so that was out of the question. He was allowed to come by my house once, but since it was a 40 minute drive, I hesitated to even want that to happen. We were supervised the whole visit which sucked. He was a really nice guy. I think of him occasionally and hope his life is fulfilling.
Sophomore year began at a new high school and I had a crush on Andrew. He was a swimmer and played water polo. We had our math class together and I was able to go to one dance with him before I had to change high schools mid-year. I knew no one at the third high school, but quickly met a senior named Mike in my journalism class. He rode dirt bikes, drove a Jeep truck, worked with his dad, and lived in my town. He was my first kiss. We dated until the end of the school year when he broke up with me to go to a Van Halen concert as a single dude. I think it was mostly due to the fact I wouldn’t put out! Even so, when I think of him, it makes me smile.
Junior year, I met Mark at a dance held at his school. He was finishing up his last year at community college before transferring to a four year university. We started dating and I grew to love him and his family. We dated until his first semester away from home at his chosen university. He was living in the dorms, met someone new and sent a letter that we needed to talk. I was heartbroken when we broke up.
Senior year, I chose to simply hang out with a group of friends instead of dating. Then I went to a dance club in the city with my neighbor. There I met Dean. He was a marine originally stationed in Alameda, but who ended up stationed in San Diego on the USS Carl Vinson. We saw each other maybe once a month when he had leave. He would drive up from San Diego and stay in a hotel nearby. Toward the end of senior year, my parents allowed him to stay at the house with us. Looking back, I wish that decision was not made. I broke up with him shortly after starting college and moving into the dorms.
College dating stories will most likely be addressed in a future entry!
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