My first long term boyfriend was Aaron. He was cute, older, sweet, and to a lil 10th grader {he was a senior} he was perfect. I was 15, and it wasn't long after the first time we met, that I had a crush. I normally wouldn't have tried, as I was shy, but he made me feel comfortable. We shared a class together, Medical Basics, and it was nice to see him every other day in class. {We had block scheduling.} After a few months of talking all the time he finally asked me to go out...just as friends...which for me was a big disappointment as I thought he only thought of me as a friend, and nothing more.
Our first...date? was interesting. We went to the skate place, which for anyone from the town I lived in would know, by the time you hit high school, the skate place was no longer the 'cool' place to hang, but I enjoyed making a fool of myself as I tried to skate around. As we left the skate place and was walking back to the car, that is when he pulled out the cutest little stuffed dog ever, and said that he thought of me when he saw it & thought I should have it. It was the sweetest gesture that anyone had done for me {at that time in my life.}. I gave him a big hug and as I was backing up from the hug, that is when the first kiss happened, and just like that, I was dating an older man.
At first everything was perfect, but as most high school relationships, it wasn't long before the perfection wore off. I was a desperate, sad, lonely little girl who thought that this guy was the only man for me, so I gave up the most sacred thing to a youthful girl in hopes that he would stay with me forever. {Stupid I know} It was nothing like I had expected it to be. I imagined it to be beautiful, like a parade or fireworks should have happened afterwards, but instead, I felt uncomfortable, weird, and a bit scared. This wasn't the only thing that I did while I was with this boy though....no no no, I had many firsts with him.
My first drink with him. It was the sweetest, most tastiest drink ever. It was a raspberry burst Smirnoff {before they changed the formula}. I lied to my parents {surprise surprise} and went with his family on a camping trip over the weekend. It was fun, I went tubing behind a speed boat for the first time and as of now in my life...the only time. It was one of the funnest things I have ever done.
Now, anyone who knows me, knows my family isn't the perfect family, so pot is something I was around....often. Well, up until I was with Aaron, I had ignored it...but I tried it & it was fun. It became a common thing while I was with Aaron to get stoned and just have fun. Just so everyone knows, I haven't touched the stuff since I was 16...so I only played around with it for a short time.
As most high school relationships, it came to a point where I was just no longer happy. It took a lot of courage and the help of a really close friend, to finally let go and break up with Aaron. He took it hard and we haven't really talked to each other since. I wish our relationship hadn't ended the way it did, as he was still one of my best friends.
I still talk to some of my friends from high school, so I know that he is now a daddy, and if he ever reads this, which is doubtful, I hope he knows that I think he is probably an awesome dad. Congrats dude!
To my parents who are reading this.....Aaron was my first, and Garret was my only other....so sorry to my moms half who thought I was a whore and sorry to my dads half.....for not waiting longer...also....sorry for the whole pot & drinking thing...I never actually got drunk, or buzzed even...ask Smirnoff {in the 6packs} is like beer & low on the alcohol levels. The things you do as teenagers... >.< Some are awesome, some are regrettable. Although I wouldn't take back my relationship with Aaron, I would take back the smoking & drinking part, and possibly the more intimate part.
My first long term boyfriend taught me a lot that he will probably never realize, but the thing I want everyone to know, is that he taught me how to have fun, before him, I was very boring. {I now have fun without drugs or alcohol...in case anyone thought otherwise.} It was a def. an interesting year and a half of my life.
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