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Reading Rainbowmoon's post got me thinking - us old-timers all have a few good stories of the teenage/20something loves, likes and crushes.<br><br><br><br>
Anyone feel like sharing some stories? Juicy ones are better then the boring ones <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/wink3.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=";)"><br><br><br><br>
Here is my best "winner" story:<br><br><br><br>
When I was 20, my then BF, Shayne, was driving me home. It was about 2am and the highway was deserted. A light flashed in the sky. He jerked the van to the side of the road. He got out, stretched his arms to the sky and said, "I believe."<br><br><br><br>
I got out of the van, looked up, and said, "I believe it's an airplane."<br><br><br><br>
"Next time, we maybe more lucky."<br><br><br><br>
This was my BF of 6 months. Sadly, I dated him another 6 months. That's a year I'll never get back.
 

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I had a boyfriend in high school who showed me the lyrics to a song he claimed to have written. They were the lyrics to "Freebird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd! He never backed down from his claim, even though I told him that I knew better. I know this story isn't juicy, but it's so ridiculous, I wanted to share it!
 

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In Korea while serving my time in the military as a Korean linguist, I met Ben. At the time he was my platoon sergeant. My God was he sexy...just looking at him made me want to peel my clothes right off.<br><br><br><br>
Unfortunately, I was engaged at the time (to one of my long string of looser boyfriends).<br><br><br><br>
But Ben was this larger than life kind of personality. A disaster on wheels really, but one of those experiences that to this day I feel was really WORTH the trouble. However, being that he was my platoon sergeant, and that kind of thing was generally frowned upon, I did not, at that time act on any feelings I had.<br><br><br><br>
After Korea I was transferred to the lovely Monterey California...my fiancee (man it was difficult getting rid of him), was still in Korea and Ben, very happily was a platoon sergeant in another company at Fort Ord, where I was stationed.<br><br><br><br>
I could say it started innocently, but that would be a boldfaced lie. I wanted THAT man. He was an alcholic (started drinking upon waking up most weekends), but at the time I wasn't really one to let substance abuse stop me. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/wink3.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=";)"> What I loved about him was his poetry...the way he spoke, his deep smooth voice that ran over me like water. The way he washed my body when we showered. He was mad as a hatter, your classic manic depressive. And I had trouble with his bouts of crazy. But on good days he was the best. I'd wake up to him just waiting so he could talk to me. I can still feel the heavy weight of his well muscled thigh as he'd flop it over my own, smaller leg. He was taller than me...more substancial (many men aren't, and I LOVED that in him). He loved listening to R&B and good jazz...I wouldn't even know who Tuck and Patti were if it weren't for him.<br><br><br><br>
We ended the slow and painful way...people who are moving on and don't want to let go. I held on even when I knew he had started in with the heavier drugs (crack for instance)...and he held on after I cheated (before he could I thought...I was terribly young and insecure at the time). Our last two visits were just plane disastrous.<br><br><br><br>
I've had other loves, but none are quite that colorful (even my marriage seems very beige compared to that crimson affair). As I mentioned, he was crazy...a disaster on wheels. But man, what a disaster.<br><br><br><br>
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Oh my! That is a love affair!<br><br><br><br>
Well, one day I'll tell about my BF and I, but not until the trauma has gone LOL <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/wink3.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=";)"><br><br><br><br>
There was a guy in high school, Corey. I was a goody goody church going girl, but I would have dropped my clothes in a second for him. In fact, I once dropped my shirt and bra for him <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/grin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":D"> No one knew we were having this torrid affair, sneaking off into the Bio lab, the chem lab, next to a graveyard once. I loved him. I wanted to give birth to his children. And considering I never wanted children, this was a huge deal for me. I wanted to stay home, be barefoot and pregnant and his love slave. Again, shockingly not me. I was so obsessed.<br><br><br><br>
It ended with him deciding he didn't really like me and whoring around with a thin red head, because he prefered red heads. 2 years later, my hair naturally developed reddish copper highlights LOL<br><br><br><br>
He called me months before my wedding and told me how much he liked me and that he was too stupid to say anything. He said how important I was, etc etc and asked if he could come "visit" me. I said no, and kicked myself repeatedly while I said.<br><br><br><br>
Even today, I still have a crush on what he was then. He isn't in real life the man he is in my heart and I know that. But I still have such a crush on the guy I made out with in the chem lab during free periods.<br><br><br><br>
If I saw him today, I'd turn bright red and start stammering like I was 16 again. Oh, and I'd wear a push-up bra. Just to show him that they got even bigger <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/wink3.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=";)">
 

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What a story Krista!<br><br>
I had the most awesome summer fling several months before I met my husband. It was my summer of freedom. I had broken up with my boyfriend. I was working at a local coffee shop. Down the road from us was a summer army base where they were doing training. During their time off the military men would come in for a coffee. Man, they looked hot in their uniforms. Then one evening, this guy came in with his buddies for coffee. There was no one else in the place so we talked for awhile. He was young, very cute and had me laughing. Then he asked me out. He was 18. I was 23. We couldn't keep out hands off of each other. Skinny dipping in the water.... dirty dancing at a club.... Well he was in town for 3 weeks and those three weeks were incredible. i had the time of my life. I just felt so alive. Then he left. I think we both knew that there wouldn't be any long distance relationship. I was going back to school as was he. Back to reality. He called once and we spoke but nothing since then. I think I didn't want to ruin the memories. What an awesome summer fling.
 

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My closest friend for the past 12 years is a man I've known a very long time. We were friends for years before I developed any feelings for him. We spent endless hours together doing nothing and having fun. He always felt safe yet dangerous, comfortable and mysterious at the same time. He was the bad boy from a rich family and I was the little deadhead chick from a broken home. One night he kissed me (this was after years of nights sleeping next to me). I knew though that we could never have a relationship. He has these extrordinarily absurd standards for what he wants in a woman (let's put it this way; 32 and still thinks he can marry a virgin!). I secretly pined for him for years hoping he'd change. He once told me that he loved me too much to date me, that he isn't a good boyfriend, that the thing he loves about me is my free spirit and he couldn't crush that. This was an already low time in my life, so I resolved to get over him. (I never told him how I felt, so we remained friends). The first person to persue me was one of his friends, whom incidentally I spent the past 6 years with. I never got my friend out of my head. When I ended my relationship, I called my friend up and we spent the next week together. I know now all hope is lost, and maybe if I would have waited he'd come around. He tells me that I'm 100 times out of my ex's league, that I deserve to be happy and have someone who deserves me. Can I also add he's never tied to sleep with me?
 

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When I was 18, I dated my big brother's friend, Joey. I had a crush on him for about 4 or 5 years before, but I was an adult all of the sudden and the eight years that separated our ages didn't matter anymore. We wasted many hours, probably days, making out on his couch. Alas, no matter how tender his kisses were, we had nothing worthwhile between us, and it had to end. I broke it off swiftly and painlessly. Joey and I reminded each other that, though we may not speak for a while, we would always be there for each other. I still think of him and I send my warmest regards whenever I come across anyone who knows him.<br><br><br><br>
After Joey and I broke up, I started dating my husband and another guy. I played the field for a bit, looking for a sign of certainty. Joeys old roommate, Jeremy, called me a couple weeks later. He had missed seeing me everyday and was wondering if he and I could spend some time together. I went to his apartment. Totally short of breath, I stood, trembling in his doorway. He hugged me, deeply inhaled the scent of my hair, and kissed me on the temple. I was a natural beauty, flirtatious as hell, with every guy I knew begging for a chance to please me, and I could not even speak around this guy. He was brilliant, sexy, with ridiculously brown eyes and an infectious smile. Just incredible, I dont even know how to describe him. He never missed an opportunity to make me laugh, and his arms were unbelievably strong when I cried. We sat on his couch, the one Joey and I used to make out on, and talked all night. He told me about kicking Joey out of his apartment, and what he wanted out of life.<br><br><br><br>
I awoke the next day with my head on his shoulder. He had to use the restroom. Hed been holding it for at least half an hour because getting up meant disturbing me, and he couldnt bear to do that. We hugged before I went home, but didnt kiss: just stood there clinging to each other. We talked on the phone everyday, and saw each other as often as possible. I told myself that I couldnt date him because he was Joeys friend, but the truth was that, in my mind, he was out of my league.<br><br><br><br>
The last time I saw him, we were laying in his bed, he tried so gently to hush my insecurities away as he held me tighter than I have ever deserved. He pleaded with me to stay, but I kissed him on the cheek, rolled out of bed, turned, and walked out of his apartment and his life. I didnt feel good enough for him, though he wanted my love so badly. I went to Johnny, who is now my husband, and tried to bury my memories of Jeremy. It hasnt worked yet. I went with the guy who I saw as safe; now, my marriage is dissolving. I dont think I will ever see Jeremy again, and thats what I deserve.
 

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For some reason, this forum makes me want to share the single most depressing thought I've ever had.<br><br><br><br>
I date a girl for about 5 years starting in high school. She was the first person I ever had the nerve to act upon myself. So I couldn't have been more proud when she told me she would be my girlfriend. She thought I was funny and I thought she was gorgeous. Being a chronic pessimist, I never thought I was good enough for her.<br><br><br><br>
I spent five years putting on various charades to try and make her happy. It never really occurred to me how unhappy I was until long after it was over. After a while I started getting tired of keeping up my facade and we started drifitng apart. Then one day she turned and looked at me when we got in the car after a movie and said "I don't love you anymore and I want to go home." And that was that.<br><br><br><br>
I didn't do much of anything for quite a long time. A mixture of shock and sadness kept me at home. Finally I was relating some feelings to a friend of mind when I thought "You never realize how worthless you are until you see how easily you are cast aside." What's worse, is no matter what I do or how far I get in life, I can never get over how terrible that single thought made me feel.
 

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Reb,<br><br><br><br>
It's time to let go, man. Everyone's been screwed over at least once - some of the luckies ones, more then once.
 

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<div class="quote-block"><i>Originally posted by kristadb</i><br><br><b>Reb,<br><br><br><br>
It's time to let go, man. Everyone's been screwed over at least once - some of the luckies ones, more then once.</b></div>
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Don't worry. This story was soon followed by one of my favorites <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/wink3.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=";)">
 

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I *almost* slept with my swim coach when I was 16 <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/grin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":D"><br><br><br><br>
The odd thing was that he still coached me for another couple of months after we broke up...that was just odd !
 

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Oh my!<br><br><br><br>
Well, at least it was an almost <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/wink3.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=";)"><br><br><br><br>
Here I was feeling kinda bad for admitting I got my shirt off <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/grin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":D">
 

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I lost my virginity to the guy on the couch. We were together for four months. The entire time, he was living on somebody's couch. Years later, my friend, Dustin, was talking about him. I said I'd lost my viginity to him. We were skate boarding with at least fifteen other people in a parking lot. Dustin yelled across the parking lot, "Hey Tim! She lost her virginity to the guy on the couch!"<br><br>
Tim yelled back, "Who?!"<br><br>
"Ricky M-----, the guy on the couch!" then added, even louder, "He stayed on my couch, for a whole month, only shared one joint with me all month!"<br><br>
I tried to say that Ricky wasn't the guy on the couch back then. I stopped to think about it, and timidly admitted that half the time I was with him, he lived on Carressa's couch, the other half, Ronnie's couch, and the last few days there, he was on somebody else's couch. Dustin hugged me, said he'd make it better, and set me up with a married man. Of course, I didn't know about the married part for about five months.
 

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i have two old flames that have me burnin' up inside lately.<br><br><br><br>
the first was a guy i ended up in Toronto with. he was/is(?) so beautiful. i wasn't that great myself and so it was amazing that i had him at all. i was completely insane at the time and he was so sweet to me. he had to break up with me. i never saw him again. i think that's why i've never got over him. no closure! i was in TO a few weekends ago to see a band and spent the night screaming for him inside my head. still crazy i guess <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/wink3.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=";)">.<br><br><br><br>
the other one was a guy i date in my early-mid twenties. i was much better looking then <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)"> we were together for over a year. the sex was incredible. even after we broke up we'd hook up and he'd just start ripping my clothes off. good times <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="/images/smilies/smiley.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title=":)">
 
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