Brian

I met Brian in High School. There was no high school in my home town, so I had to go to school in Covington. We met in Quiz Bowl, a club that competes against other schools in trivia. He was angsty and funny and artsy, and I found it so dashing. We found a lot of similarities between us and became very good friends. We hung out at lunch and talked about Eastern philosophy, hung out after Quiz Bowl and talked about art and theatre, and by the time next semester rolled around, we were planning classes together. We flirted constantly, made excuses to see or touch each other, and the chemistry flew between us. But we were both too shy to act on it. It too us two years to actually act on it. He was the one who acted first, while we were hanging out in his bedroom. We'd done our fair share of extra-long hugs, heads on shoulders, and horseplay, so a little extra closeness was exciting, but not uncommon. We were sitting on his bed playing video games, when we started shoving each other, and eventually started play-wrestling. Soon play-wrestling turned horizontal, and after some of the energy had died down, he locked eyes with me, then leaned in and kissed me. There were definitely fireworks. The following day he picked me up for school (I didn't have a car and he lived halfway between me and school) with a bouquet of roses and lilies and asked me to be his girlfriend. I felt like I was living on Cloud 9 for months afterward.

He was my first kiss, my first love. We spent all the time together we could, and when I was 17 I lost my virginity to him. We had been dating officially about 3 months. But I've always been an impulsive girl. Just before graduation he gave me a silver ring with two hearts and a small diamond where the hearts overlapped. He said it was a promise ring. I thought it was cheesy and sweet and happily accepted. We spent a final hot summer together, sometimes fighting sometimes having sex, sometimes just giggling together. He was going to a local community college but I was going to LSU, which was an hour and a half away. It doesn't seem like much, but the space did quite a number on us. The distance showed just how poorly developed our relationship was. We were running on chemistry and very little else. He didn't communicate well, and I was outgrowing him. We were fighting and sayin nasty things over the phone and every time we saw each other it was a chore. So that Thanksgiving break he got the turkey drop. We fought and called names and it was a difficult few days. I went through the typical "I'll never find love like that again" phase but that's luckily quite silly.
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May 14, 2012