First Love

Ouch, it hurt, because the opposition kicked me. I was about 5.
In the real love stakes, I was a late starter and always seemed to pick the wrong guy.
My first ‘real thing’ was very one sided though, and it was difficult not to make it all so obvious that my heart was beating on my sleeve, not in my chest, which I might add was,Β  at the tender age of 13,Β  pretty flat.
The object of my crush lived a few roads away and was a senior in the boy’s grammar school. I was in year two of mine and still growing into the new mackintosh and pinafore dress I’d been given as my school uniform.
Mum suggested I invited him for tea one Sunday and I nearly died at the thought of asking him! I knew he’d laugh at me, especially as he was dating a classmate at the time, she of the shape, golden locks, blue eyes, short skirt and legs that went on forever.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #18

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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16 Responses to First Love

  1. Thats nice little piece. Late starter nothing though. I’m about to be 35 and I haven’t started yet!

    • Just haven’t met the right one yet. My nephew is 53 and his girlfriend of 3 years moved in 2 years ago. I feel old because I can remember bouncing him on my knee when he was a babe. Then I realise I am old, especially as I’m old enough to be your Mum!!

  2. I remember those first desperate crushes, our little girl hearts on our sleeves. Great capture of that time and the feelings. Growing up has its hard moments.

    • My worst year was 1972 when I was 16, sister’s marriage failing after three weeks, parents and I living in digs which went belly up then ending up at my grandparents all slap bang in the middle of my O levels. I had to become independent very quickly.

      • I did not like HS, though it sounds like you had a rough year there. I hope hindsight is good to you and you can smile at a few of those memories.

      • I grew up and learned some important lessons. It was a difficult time for everyone for different reasons. My main bone of contention was being kept in the dark and not being told what was going on, just shut out and at times, on my own. A lot worse has happened since, but then I am older and could deal with it on my terms. I made some stupid mistakes as we all do, but I learned from them and believe I am a better person for it. They say things happen for a reason, we just don’t see exactly why or what at the time.

      • Yup. If nothing else, the most difficult experiences teach us empathy. ❀

  3. Aw! Such a sweet story…I presume it’s true life? (I only ask because Jim of SLS often catches me out, telling tales that sound like real life (his) but aren’t). And you weren’t late at all… I didn’t have my first real love until I was 19. Boys bored me up to then. I had CRUSHES of course, but nobody ever knew. I’d have died.

    • It’s true. I was 19 when I had my first ‘real love’. That was quite funny when it ended (he went off on holiday ON HIS OWN) and when he came back said he’d had his friends looking out for me in case I played around (!!!) so I told him it was over. He said he wanted his jeans back, so I took them off! True, honest!! I was at home so no visions of me stripping them off in the street!!

  4. willowdot21 says:

    I met my hubby at 13years! I agree young love is an awful pain πŸ’œ

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