So many lessons were learned from number one, I am not sure where to begin...I suppose I should just tell the whole story.
Sometime during my first year in junior high school I met number one. I am not sure exactly when or how it came to be that we met one another. I can not recall shared classes or lockers nearby. I guess it was mutual friends or being in a relatively small school that did it. I can remember, however, the many ways meeting him changed me. I was the chubby girl at that point, having not yet blossomed at lost any of that oh-so-unattractive baby fat that plagued by tween years. To compensate for what I felt I lacked in physical attraction, I was usually loud and somewhere slap in the middle of some drama. I am not sure if this was a good thing or not.
Anyway, on with the story...
Sometime during Christmas break from school that year, we began talking on the phone. Plans were made to go to the movies the day after Christmas. I was all excited--my very first movie date!! I got all dressed up in my brand new Guess jeans, turtleneck and matching sweater, and of course a pair of Sebagos! We chose The Mighty Ducks as our movie for the evening and settled in for the show. That night I received my very first kiss!!
Over the course of the next several years, number one and I would "go together" and "break up" and "go together" again. This cycle repeated itself so many times, I lost count. Often, during our "break ups" we would remain friendly, and he became a very important part of my teenage years.
It was on his birthday during our senior year of high school that we finally had sex together--for what would be the first and only time. I remember the day well. It had been planned for some time in advance that on his special day I would ride with him to his house after school to eat dinner and celebrate his birthday with him and his family. When the big day arrived, I was suffering from a terrible cold and did not make it to school that day. He called me from the pay phones during his lunch break to make sure I was feeling okay, and to ask if I was still coming over that evening. He picked me up from my house after school let out and drove us to his house. When we arrived, we had about 20 minutes before his mom would get home from work. Plenty of time for two young lovers to indulge in acts they had no business doing! I sat on the couch as he climbed on top of me. Not a word was said from start to finsih. (not that this was a long period of time!) After he finished, he got up to take care of the condom and put himself back together, while I stood in the living room and tidied myself up. Wow. That was it. That is what we had been waiting for? I often wished that I had not been sick that day, or that we had more time together that afternoon--or at least a bed to do the act in. But that is not the way it was, so you take what you can get. After that day, I guess I expected some huge change in the dynamics of our relationship, but the vicious cycle we had been in since junior high jsut continued to repeat itself.
During our first semester at community college we continued our friendship and left for winter break on good terms, only to come back for the next semester with him engaged to someone else and me feeling let down. Many years have past since that winter day when we went our seperate ways for what would be the final time. I still think of him often and look back fondly on the young love we shared.
I guess the lesson I learned from number one is this: Young love really does last forver.