30-Day Blog Challenge: Day 10
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dugindeep30-Day Challenge, Day 10: First Love and First Kiss
Welp, my first kiss was around 1st or 2nd grade with the neighbor boy, who moved in when we were five and lived there for the rest of time we were there (until I was 22). A lot more other stuff happened over those years, lol, which either made us living next door to one another really cool or really terrible. (he's now married with two kids)
My first love would be a friend of a friend I met when I was 21. It's a story that's hard to explain, but about a year after we met, we were kinda dating. As in, spending a lot of time talking, emailing, hanging out, and it always felt like this fun yet timid, exciting thing, like when you've got your first crush. This went on for a few months of being 'friends' until I sort of backed off because we had this other friend in common, though we had both been betrayed by her. We still talked about her a lot, always fell back on dishing dirt on her, and I hated that feeling of always talking about her. When I backed off a bit, he met someone through work and near-instantly fell in love and married her within a year.
We kept in touch on and off over the next decade, and in January 2013, he reached out and we started talking again ... and I found out they were getting a divorce. Turns out she was a pretty bad wife, the relationship was always strained, he thought she was now cheating on him, etc. etc. etc. So we started talking a lot more again and I got SUPER EXCITED because I was like 'OMG IT'S BACK, THIS EXCITABLE FEELING IS BACK.' I also thought it'd be a great story to tell down the road, because we obviously still had a lot of feelings for each other, still had the great connection and fun, sarcastic sense of humor from years past. We still clicked when we hung out together, and I was beyond thrilled.
Until he then backed off a bit, and I followed suit to avoid pushing to much. Over a week or so, I became kind of obsessed with Jason Mraz's "I Won't Give Up", just because I really love that song. And it hit me: I gave up 10 years ago, I'm not going to give up now. So I went into full-on communication mode. I was calling, texting, emailing, IMing, whatever, trying to set up drinks, a date, something to tell him I did really care about him and wanted to see him quite soon. He always had plans and a few weeks after that, I was scoping out his Facebook feed to find a pic of him and a girl, their arms around each other, and about 40 people 'liked' it. I realized he'd been dating someone else this entire time and my heart was crushed. By the same guy, for a second time. I immediately unfriended and blocked him, and we haven't talked since.
Welp, my first kiss was around 1st or 2nd grade with the neighbor boy, who moved in when we were five and lived there for the rest of time we were there (until I was 22). A lot more other stuff happened over those years, lol, which either made us living next door to one another really cool or really terrible. (he's now married with two kids)
My first love would be a friend of a friend I met when I was 21. It's a story that's hard to explain, but about a year after we met, we were kinda dating. As in, spending a lot of time talking, emailing, hanging out, and it always felt like this fun yet timid, exciting thing, like when you've got your first crush. This went on for a few months of being 'friends' until I sort of backed off because we had this other friend in common, though we had both been betrayed by her. We still talked about her a lot, always fell back on dishing dirt on her, and I hated that feeling of always talking about her. When I backed off a bit, he met someone through work and near-instantly fell in love and married her within a year.
We kept in touch on and off over the next decade, and in January 2013, he reached out and we started talking again ... and I found out they were getting a divorce. Turns out she was a pretty bad wife, the relationship was always strained, he thought she was now cheating on him, etc. etc. etc. So we started talking a lot more again and I got SUPER EXCITED because I was like 'OMG IT'S BACK, THIS EXCITABLE FEELING IS BACK.' I also thought it'd be a great story to tell down the road, because we obviously still had a lot of feelings for each other, still had the great connection and fun, sarcastic sense of humor from years past. We still clicked when we hung out together, and I was beyond thrilled.
Until he then backed off a bit, and I followed suit to avoid pushing to much. Over a week or so, I became kind of obsessed with Jason Mraz's "I Won't Give Up", just because I really love that song. And it hit me: I gave up 10 years ago, I'm not going to give up now. So I went into full-on communication mode. I was calling, texting, emailing, IMing, whatever, trying to set up drinks, a date, something to tell him I did really care about him and wanted to see him quite soon. He always had plans and a few weeks after that, I was scoping out his Facebook feed to find a pic of him and a girl, their arms around each other, and about 40 people 'liked' it. I realized he'd been dating someone else this entire time and my heart was crushed. By the same guy, for a second time. I immediately unfriended and blocked him, and we haven't talked since.
