I had two "serious" boyfriends before my ex-husband... My first boyfriend, Garrett, and what most consider to be my first love, Waylon. I had several guys that I dated in between, but these are the only two that I really remember, and I love their memories.
I met Garrett when I was only 13. I can remember the day. I was standing outside my brother's house wearing my classic lowrise jeans and a white belly shirt with a heart on it. He was the tallest guy I'd ever seen. And he was a red head. At the time, he was the only red head I knew, and that was exotic. Little did I know that gingers would later become something that I would hate. We were friends that somehow evolved into the whole "boyfriend/girlfriend" thing. I barely remember ever having kissing him. What I do remember, is that he was the first boy I ever slept with.
Garrett was about four years older than me, so he had his driver's license and a truck. We had a huge group of friends and absolutely nothing to do on the weekends, so we convinced an adult to buy us beer, and we got a bunch of hot dogs and we'd steal the mattresses off the bunk beds in Garrett's room and throw them on the back of the trucks and go camping at the creek for the weekend. Yep, that was the first time I slept with a boy. I curled up, fully clothed, and slept with him all night long.
Garrett and I ended tragically. He left town without a word. I missed him for what seemed like forever, and all I knew was that he was in Florida somewhere. A few years ago, we found each other again thanks to Facebook. I am glad to say that we are now friends, and I love to love his memory, although I still have not seen him since I was 15.
Waylon, well he was different story... Waylon was the guy that my mom forbid me from seeing. He was a friend of my sister's ex-husband, and he was bad news. Sometimes I wish I had listened to my mom... But then, I wouldn't have such wonderful memories with him.
I met Waylon when I was 16. He was tall, dark, and handsome in every way. He had the smile and personality to make any girl melt, and he definitely defrosted my heart. When I first saw him, he was helping my sister move back home. I had been up all night helping her pack, hadn't showered, done my hair, or anything, and I was wearing the same clothes that I had worn the day before. As soon as I laid eyes on him, I ran to my house and changed, threw on some makeup, and threw my long blonde hair up into a sleek ponytail. He later paid my sister's ex $50 for my phone number, and the rest was history.
Waylon was the only guy that I ever hid from my mom. She hated him and I was terrified she would never allow me around him. We snuck around to see each other for several weeks until I wrecked my truck. My mom was the first person I called that day, Waylon was the second. Although he had 30 minutes farther to drive, he made it there 5 minutes after she did. I was so shook up that I forgot it was supposed to be a secret that he and I were dating. I threw my arms around him and thought that he was most definitely my knight in shining armor.
Waylon was the first guy to ever call me a bitch. We dated that whole summer before my senior year, and then he gave me his class ring. I broke up with him when he informed me that we were going to get married as soon as I turned 18 and that I would be a stay at home mom to his 4 kids. Of course, there were a few other factors that led to that decision, but I dumped him nonetheless.
Waylon is also the only person that I have dated multiple times... We gave it another try when we were teenagers before we both told the other to go to hell, and then we saw each other a year and a half ago, spent the day together, and went our separate ways. A few months later, I found out that my phone number was now worth a case of beer and $300. We started dating again... We both left the people that we were seeing in the dust and gave it another shot. It blew up in our faces, not once, not twice, but three times as adults. Yet somehow, when we see each other, we somehow think it's a good idea to give it another shot. I now avoid him at every opportunity, but I love his memory...
So, to these guys, I have this to say: I love your memory!
Thsts sweet:)
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