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Well, my first true love was and is my husband. We met when I was 16 and he was 21. I told my mother he was 18 of course. But, how stupid I was. When I baked him a cake and we had it at my house for Dave, my mother said Happy 22nd Dave. I said, he's only 19! Mom was like, look I asked him where he worked, and I know you have to be 18 to work there. Another day I asked him how long he worked there, he said 3 years, so DUH! Fortunately she had come to really like him, or he would have been history.
WE had a rocky courtship, b/c after I went to college, he didn't, and I thought I was missing a lot by hooking up with Dave so young.
Dave is the best, but he does not have one romantic bone in his body and he doesn't like to dance, and I could dance all night. So, while on a girls vacation, we were broken up at the time, I met this guy who just swept me of my feet with romance. Won me teddy bears on the boardwalk, took long romantic walks on the beach, whispered sweet somethings in my ear. I was madly madly in major LUST with him. He was very spontaneous, and we "enjoyed" each other's company in some interesting places! When he started telling people he was going to take all his money out of the bank and take me to Hawaii, I knew he was very serious about me, but I didn't feel the same love, just an unquenchable lust, so I had to stop seeing him. It was hard. We would run into each other in nightclubs (yes, he liked to dance.) And we would end up doing our own dance. (One night I came home with my clothes on inside out, which my step-father enjoyed pointing out! LOL! Hey it was dark outside! I was 21, I was legal at this point!)
I still think about him and if I still looked like I did then, I would not only see him again, but perhaps even..... you get the idea. BUT, I don't, and he probably doesn't either, so it's best left to the past <sigh>. I don't think I could do that to my husband anyway. He is the true love of my life, which fortunately I realized in time to save our relationship.