Originally posted by loseyourname Jarhead, you're xxxxing hilarious - sincerely.
My first love was my highschool sweetheart. She wasn't my first date or anything, but she was the first girl I ever considered a girlfriend: my first meaningful kiss, my first sexual partner. We spent way too much time together the way young lovers tend to do. We snuck around at night into and out of each other's houses, and dreamed of the day when we could just spend the night together in peace (Wouldn't It Be Nice became our song). We were both very idealistic, naive people, and basically felt like being in love would be enough to conquer any obstacle.
Now, I was already accepted to and had decided to attend a college in North Carolina, whereas she had been offered a full scholarship to Scripps, and had her mind set on going there. Well, she changed her mind, and kept it a huge secret from everyone. It just so happened that a school right down the highway from mine had the latest application deadline of any school in the nation. We took it as a good omen and ran with it. She simply listed my home address as her mailing address and her actual address as the permanent one. For whatever reason, the school mailed her acceptance package to her permanent address, and her mother, being a mother, opened it and flipped.
She did try to keep her from seeing me, but it eventually became more than clear that that wasn't going to work, and that neither of us was going to be stopped. So eventually we obtained the relunctant blessings of both of our parents and flew off to be together in the Blue Ridges.
It wasn't exactly what we expected it to be. She is a very jealous and possessive girl, and I'm an extremely flirtatious guy. She didn't handle particularly well the fact that I was at a school living with strange girls she didn't know and she could only see me on weekends.
Anyway, I'll finish this up later.
My first love was my highschool sweetheart. She wasn't my first date or anything, but she was the first girl I ever considered a girlfriend: my first meaningful kiss, my first sexual partner. We spent way too much time together the way young lovers tend to do. We snuck around at night into and out of each other's houses, and dreamed of the day when we could just spend the night together in peace (Wouldn't It Be Nice became our song). We were both very idealistic, naive people, and basically felt like being in love would be enough to conquer any obstacle.
Now, I was already accepted to and had decided to attend a college in North Carolina, whereas she had been offered a full scholarship to Scripps, and had her mind set on going there. Well, she changed her mind, and kept it a huge secret from everyone. It just so happened that a school right down the highway from mine had the latest application deadline of any school in the nation. We took it as a good omen and ran with it. She simply listed my home address as her mailing address and her actual address as the permanent one. For whatever reason, the school mailed her acceptance package to her permanent address, and her mother, being a mother, opened it and flipped.
She did try to keep her from seeing me, but it eventually became more than clear that that wasn't going to work, and that neither of us was going to be stopped. So eventually we obtained the relunctant blessings of both of our parents and flew off to be together in the Blue Ridges.
It wasn't exactly what we expected it to be. She is a very jealous and possessive girl, and I'm an extremely flirtatious guy. She didn't handle particularly well the fact that I was at a school living with strange girls she didn't know and she could only see me on weekends.
Anyway, I'll finish this up later.
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