My first boyfriend was pretty neat if I do say so myself. He was taller than me, which was rare for a 5'7" freshman. I thought he was entertaining and funny as all get out.
We met in our church's youth group, since we were 15 and it was about time for our Confirmations.
Since my parents were pretty strict about the idea of dating, I was only allowed on "group dates," which actually turned out to be some of my fonder memories from the time, since my two bestest girl friends were always down to go out and do stuff with our boyfriends together.
We were never original enough to really accomplish 40 ideas. We went to the movies so often, we ran out of new titles to see and would go see ones we liked enough for a re-run.
We did go to the AV fair once, and might have gone to see my beloved Jethawks, but our collective memories suck now, so we're SOL on that.
The only time our dates ever got close to being one-on-one "for real" dates were the formals our schools hosted that year, and a weekend retreat with the youth group. Like I said, strict parents.
That retreat was a pretty epic experience, which I'll detail in another post, someday.
Eventually my parents eased up when boyfriend and I had been "going steady" for 6 months, and our parents had a chance to meet each other. Group dates were still had when we weren't under direct parental supervision though.
Still, we got to hang out at his house pretty frequently, especially when his family had moved to an incredible ranch right on the edge of my hometown. His parents adored us, and supported our Halo and garage-band habits. Their garage was actually a two-story barn, can you say chick-magnet?!
On one of our last few group dates he said, "I love you."
If I recall correctly (okay really my friends had to remind me) I kind of awkwardly said it back so I wouldn't leave him hanging. I really liked him, and kissing was all new and fun and exciting and woosh, so that was being in love right?
I'm pretty sure he picked up on my confusion, because we got a little distant after that. He was a sweetie, and eventually I broke his heart by letting my girl friend tell him we were done. Obviously I didn't have a very good understanding of relationships or love, but at 15/16 who really does?
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