First Love (Juniors in general)

Member Name: nursingstudent

Product:	Juniors in general
Date:	19/02/03 (56 review reads)
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Advantages: Love!, Companionship

Disadvantages: Ask me that in 50 years!

First love.... ah, there is nothing quite like it. The dream is created in the media and on the cinema screen, the two strangers destined to meet, their eyes meeting across a crowded, smoky room, the spark of electricity as the connection is made, the rush of adrenaline, the hairs standing up on the back of your neck, and then the crowds part and the strangers find themselves drawn together. A case of wishful thinking or fantasy? No, it really does happen. I remember it vividly! It was New Years Eve, about 10 o’clock in the evening, a country pub with a roaring log fire, velvet curtains and a wonderful atmosphere. I was just a young slip of a thing, just turned 13, the age where puberty is really kicking in and the hormones are running around creating havoc and this was my first proper New Years party, the only downside was the presence of a set of grandparents and an aunt and uncle. Never mind, a good excuse to get dressed up, put on a bit of lippy, sneak a few sips of Grannys cherry brandy when she was not looking and generally have a good boogie about on the dance floor. And then the door opened to the bar, a cold wind followed in after the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. The world stopped turning for a few moments as I stopped dancing to stare, he was everything that I had dreamed of, I was simply swept away.

Our eyes met and that was it. Fate. He walked over...... and talked to my family - he was the son of an family friend! Apparently he was known by both my mothers family and my fathers family too yet I had never had the pleasure of making his aquaintance.... I hung on his every word and remained glued to his side in complete adoration all evening! We danced with disapprovingly glances, after all he was 19, not appropriate really when I look back on it! Soon my unmarried aunt was inserted into his arms in my place, a much better match apparently, yet his eyes continued to meet mine all the while...... The conga came, so off
we all conga’d with his hands around my waist, what a feeling!! And then midnight came and the polite kiss followed by another for good measure..... something was definitely connecting....

The pub emptied and we drifted away to our cars, disappearing into the darkness, we lost sight of each other, would I ever see him again? My aunt certainly did, she got there first and had a date with him the very next week! I hated her for that, but she has long since been forgiven!

The years went by, I lived a distance away and our paths didn’t cross, I dreamed of him often, thought of him constantly, always living in the hope that we would one day meet again. Future boyfriends did not compare, they always seem to come a poor second best, never quite able to live up to the standard that had been set way back in 1983. I wanted to have that same feeling again but was unable to find it. And then, aged 15 I had a summer job in a cafe, days of pouring coffee and making milkshakes, all very mundane until...... I got out my pad and pen, looked up at the customers sitting at the table who were waiting to take my order, and it was him! With a girl.... Euphoria and elation followed very closely by misery! I served them iced coffee and beat a hasty retreat. Did he recognise me? Surely he must have - why did he not say anything?! Why on earth didn’t I?!

Fast forward to 1987, and our paths were destined to cross again. After an evening out a friend and I went back to her boyfriends flat for coffee, a communal lounge for a group of bedsits. We sit, we talk, we drink coffee, we watch the first Comic Relief night..... and in he walks into my life again. And there he stayed. We spent the whole night sitting up watching the Comic Relief night, talking and getting to know each other. A month later we were engaged with the full blessing of both sides of the family. A year later we were married. A year after that followed baby number
one, then two, then three! We will have been married for 14 years this August.

So for those that pooh-pooh the idea that falling in love at first sight is just whimsical nonsense, I beg to disagree. During that evening in 1987 my sweetheart confessed that he also felt the same in that instance, yet felt unable to declare his true feelings due to our ages at the time, he also thought about me in the years that followed and was upset to have kept his silence in the cafe. I just wish everyone was as fortunate as me and could find their true love in life, I especially hope our own children experience the same joy that first love can bring.

(Thanks to MALU for bringing back some wonderful memories!)

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