LOVE - spelled L.O.V.E. (Juniors in general)

Member Name: sleevie

Product:	Juniors in general
Date:	19/02/03 (61 review reads)
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Advantages: Lust love and a happy ending

Disadvantages: Shame, horror and rejection

I reckon I must have fallen in love for the first time about 14 times before I learnt that it could be spelled any other way but 'No, I don't want to go out with you.'

The very first first love was while I was still at primary school, and had a classmate who was, even to my young eye, truly beautiful. Naturally, there was no way I could say anything to her or to any of my classmates. That way lay shame and teasing on a scale too awesome to be imagined.

This same young lady (she was always a young lady) lived close to me, and when the time came to move on to secondary school, which entailed travelling across town on two buses, she called me at home (I was stunned; she knew my number!) and asked if we could travel together. (Stunned again!)

Naturally, I agreed.

We met at the appropriate time and place, and journeyed to a whole new educational experience together, chatting all the way as though we hadn't been sharing a classroom for 7 years. As though we scarcely knew each other.

By the end of the week, I had summoned the courage to ask her out.

Which is when I came to suspect the real spelling of first love might be along the lines of n.o. t.h.a.n.k.s

My second first love was a redheaded beauty with flashing green eyes and a temper to match. She actually came out with me to a gig, which I like to think we both enjoyed. I then escorted her home, stopping en route for a quiet snog in a doorway. This was when she told me she was going out with someone two years above us in school.

Suddenly, first love was spelled y.o.u.a.r.e.t.o.o.y.o.u.n.g.

For a while I was reduced to lusting from afar, but along with youth comes a certain pachydermic quality (that's 'thick-skinned'...pay attention at the back) which eventually had me approaching a girl for whom I had a great deal of admiration.

She wasn't the best looking lass in school, but she played volleyball

with such a reckless abandon and a wanton disregard for her personal safety (and that of those around her) that I was hopelessly smitten.

She also had incredibly good legs, and various curvy bits...which helped.

I suggested we go for a pizza after training one evening.

Which is when I got the impression that first love might be spelled b.u.g.g.e.r.o.f.f.

I fell for a young student teacher, and almost found out about certain kinds of first love being spelled y.o.u.'l.l.g.e.t.m.e.t.h.e.s.a.c.k. before she finished her placement and went back to college.

I've now been married for something like 17 years, and while first love has, since I first laid eyes on La Sleevette, been spelled y.e.s. there are days when I cast my eyes about and see someone with whom I feel a connection. Perhaps someone of outstanding beauty or wit, grace or talent.

That's when I find out that first love is actually spelled e.v.e.r.y.t.i.m.e.i.s.t.h.e.f.i.r.s.t.t.i.m.e.

I'd like to reassure people who worry about my morals that no Sleevettes were harmed in the writing of this essay.

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