Firsts
Some of my firsts:
1. First kiss - The summer between sophomore and junior year of high school, I met a guy in the Navy while "cruising" Colfax Ave. with my friend Michelle, who drove a veritable boy-magnet, and 1948 English Ford Prefect in British racing green. His name was Grant and he was in town for about three weeks.
2. First sex - Early in my junior year of high school, I met a guy in my English class named Brian. He was a transplant from Eureka, CA, and was a surfing gymnast whose surgeon-parents sang opera. He was quite different. Our first date was a trip to the Denver Museum of Natural History, now the Museum of Nature and Science, while my parents were out of town for two weeks on vacation. When they returned and he picked me up for a date, they noted the custom van he drove and gulped. We dated for about eight months, many of those dates finishing at Mount Zion a.k.a. Lookout Mountain, "necking." I bet you can figure it out from there. The date was February 14, 1986. Pretty cheesey, no? We broke up after the last day of school when I told him I was bored.
3. First love - During college, I dated Troy, who was a year younger, majoring in electrical engineering and he was from a farm in Nebraska. We dated for my last two years of college, tried to break up when I graduated and moved to Durango, CO, but reunited. After he graduated, he started working for Western Geophysical in Romania. He worked 6 wks on / 3 wks off and would come stay with me while he was off and if he returned to the U.S., which was roughly every other time. Because I was living in Durango, an extremely environmentally-conscious, liberal college town, but I worked in the energy industry, I was dateless. Meaning, Troy did not have any other options and neither did I. After two years of working abroad, he returned to pursue his master's degree at CU. He asked me to move to Denver. When I did not, I realized I did not love him as I thought I had. Nevertheless, five years together is a long time. We had a good time together and I think of him to this day.
Tell me your firsts.
1. First kiss - The summer between sophomore and junior year of high school, I met a guy in the Navy while "cruising" Colfax Ave. with my friend Michelle, who drove a veritable boy-magnet, and 1948 English Ford Prefect in British racing green. His name was Grant and he was in town for about three weeks.
2. First sex - Early in my junior year of high school, I met a guy in my English class named Brian. He was a transplant from Eureka, CA, and was a surfing gymnast whose surgeon-parents sang opera. He was quite different. Our first date was a trip to the Denver Museum of Natural History, now the Museum of Nature and Science, while my parents were out of town for two weeks on vacation. When they returned and he picked me up for a date, they noted the custom van he drove and gulped. We dated for about eight months, many of those dates finishing at Mount Zion a.k.a. Lookout Mountain, "necking." I bet you can figure it out from there. The date was February 14, 1986. Pretty cheesey, no? We broke up after the last day of school when I told him I was bored.
3. First love - During college, I dated Troy, who was a year younger, majoring in electrical engineering and he was from a farm in Nebraska. We dated for my last two years of college, tried to break up when I graduated and moved to Durango, CO, but reunited. After he graduated, he started working for Western Geophysical in Romania. He worked 6 wks on / 3 wks off and would come stay with me while he was off and if he returned to the U.S., which was roughly every other time. Because I was living in Durango, an extremely environmentally-conscious, liberal college town, but I worked in the energy industry, I was dateless. Meaning, Troy did not have any other options and neither did I. After two years of working abroad, he returned to pursue his master's degree at CU. He asked me to move to Denver. When I did not, I realized I did not love him as I thought I had. Nevertheless, five years together is a long time. We had a good time together and I think of him to this day.
Tell me your firsts.
4 Comments:
when the van's a rockin, don't come a knockin'. I love it!
I might have to make this into a post.
But I loved yours.
Ah & whatever happened to dear Matt or is he not mentionable??
the Old Man sez-callin it the "Sin Bin" was right after all, huh?
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