The first guy I declared was my boyfriend was Luke Skywalker, played by young Mark Hamilton. Neat hair, strong facial features, and blue eyes. I believe everyone was at times, had a crush on him.
The first time I realized I had a crush, was when I was nine years old. He was a classmate, naturally. Also, he turned out to be a long distance relative.
I had many more crushes after that, a few much older guys, some classmates and college mates. One that I still remember was my high school friend. We had what was called a tute (tutorial) every morning, one teacher is assigned to care for fifteen-twenty of us, before we went our to different classes for our own schedules. He was the notorious and that time I thought pretty good looking. But I never really talked to him. And then there was another guy in college, he was everything I looked for in a man; handsome, tall, dark hair, humble, funny, and many other things that I could have found out if I was brave enough to tell him that I was interested in him. Sadly, we did hang out a couple times, but I could not talk much with him.
I tried to save my first kiss to someone special for as long as I could, and I gave it away to my first boyfriend, who went out with me when I was twenty years old. At that time, I thought he was my special someone, at least for six to seven months. And then we broke up. But I do remember our first kiss. It was unromantic, we were hiding from my parents, and he stole a kiss; more of a peck on the lips, really.
I had a few more kisses after my first boyfriend; a few boys who stole kisses from me, and a girl who also stole a kiss me from.
Oddly enough, my first love did not come until just a few years ago. And, although we were very close, and we knew each other’s feelings, we never kissed; and I ended up being hurt. He was someone I saw was suitable enough to be my significant other, because, up until I met him, I never really thought of getting married. So, even though I had a couple boyfriends before him, I did not want to get married. One of my closest friends asked me, what did I look for in a husband, and I could not give her an answer (I think I wrote about this once). But then I met him, my first love, and I thought he was someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He’s smart share the same value, cute, looked mature, turned out to be immature, jealous, and insensitive. I guess I can say I dodged a bullet.
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