30 Days Meme... sure, why not?

[treefrog]

I don't normally do these things but it seems like a not-half-bad way to get the proverbial ball rolling. Since I've already written my profile AND an introductory entry today, I'm skipping to question 2: Your First Love.

I know this isn't what the question means, but my first and purest love was language. I had first-grade language skills when I was two years old. I talked everyone's ear off. I've mostly moved my chatter to the internet, but nothing has really changed.

The first guy I fell in love with... oh wow. I haven't thought of Graham in so very long. I was fifteen years old and he was seventeen. He was six foot four and wore metal band t-shirts and read all the same books I did. He was a gentle soul, and he loved me. He was the first guy who ever got my blood racing and my heart hammering. We used to make out on the floor of his bedroom, rolling around on the rich green carpet. If I have any regrets about Graham, it's that I didn't sleep with him. I couldn't. I was a good (read: frightened) little Mormon girl. We broke it off because he got into drugs and drinking, which was a place I couldn't follow him to. I didn't hear from him for a year, but we became close friends later on. Last I heard, he was wanted by the police. I still miss him, when something reminds me of him, and I hope to God he's all right.

I suppose I ought to mention the first guy I did sleep with. I was 22 and so sick of being good and following all the rules. I knew he was trouble. But he was handsome and he made me laugh and he knew what he was doing when he touched me. The first few months were wonderful. He was gentle and attentive and wonderfully naughty. After that... not so much. He did things I didn't like, and if I said no, he resorted to emotional blackmail and, occasionally, just holding me down and doing it anyway. He was "poly" in his own words and "a cheating jackass" in most other peoples' words. He wanted to sleep with other women, but he didn't tell me this 'till I caught him doing so. And then I was "being restrictive". He hurt me more than I thought I could bear. Breaking up with him was one of the best favors I ever did for myself. When I came back from California, I saw him occasionally and we became friends. Very occasionally, this friendship had "benefits". On those occasions he treated me like he did when we were first together. I didn't want him back, but... I was bored, I guess? No idea what's become of him lately. I don't miss him, but I wish him well.


Day 01 – Introduction
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A moment
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – Your physical constitution
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 - Something you feel strongly about
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – Your education
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – This month
Day 21 – Another moment
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – A first
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your aspirations
Day 30 – One last moment