The first "love"

Upon finishing my last exam, I went to check the blogs and read Alvin's. It got me thinking about my first love. Last November I didn't really blog about my first love. And all these meddlesome stuff is making me think about all the "loves" I've had. So I got an idea. Maybe I should blog about my past "loves".

I've been in mutual love with 6 people, but I won't count the 6th. I will only blog about the 5. In those 5, I was in a official relationship with 3 (two of which was Mufasa's doing). So counting Mufasa'a doings out, I only really have 4, with one official relationship.

Okay, the first one.

I don't remember how old I was, or how old she was...but she seemed like 2 or 3 years older or something. She was Neptunian, that's for sure. And no, we never had an official relationship......but my "first time" was with her. (I mean, at least Alvin's was with his girlfriend, right?)

My first time was something like a "one night stand". I was weak and down. She came at the right time. We talked, we drank, we laughed...and boom! We ended up in bed. When I woke up, she was gone. I was quick to move on and accept that it was nothing but a one night stand....that it couldn't possibly have turned into something like love. I mean, I'm a guy. I won't cry over something like losing my virginity to a complete stranger...... But, given the situation, who wouldn't be hurt? I admit, she robbed me of my self-confidence and self-worth for like...2 whole months. Maybe longer. I keep thinking that maybe she thought I was so ugly she ran away... or something along the lines. Ahhh...such dreary days.

But we saw each other again. We locked eyes for like a minute...probably we were greeting each other in our own ways) I looked away and decided to ignore her. But then she approached me. So we talked again, we drank again, and then we laugh again. And yes. We ended up in bed again. It was much more "fun" compared to the first time, actually. But this time, it was me who left before she could wake up.
It wasn't revenge or anything...I just knew that it would feel bad to wake up after her again. Like a mother fucking bitch. At least I didn't want to be that.

We met two times by accident, after that. The same shit happens. Talking, drinking, laughing, then sex. But I always made sure that I woke up before her.
After the fourth time, I was beginning to think that we had a cutesy relationship going on. Like a movie, or something. Strangers who know nothing of each other (I wore my glasses until I reached high school), accidentally meeting, having sex. No sweets and sours. Just pleasure.

But I never saw her again. And that's the end of it I guess. I didn't think much of it....I mean, I figured it would end somehow, anyway. I know where she is right now, since I have see-through eyes. And won't ever meet again, because I will always end up avoiding that path.