Gut Rumbles

February 21, 2005

my first love

I got this idea from here. Her name was Martha Galloway and I was stricken with her as only a boy in 5th grade can be. She set my young hormones into a tumultuous uproar. She was my first love.

Unfortunately, the feeling was not mutual. Martha thought I was loud-mouthed, cocky little show-off, and she was correct. I was still confused enough in those days to believe that wimmen were ATTRACTED to loud-mouthed, cocky little show-offs, so every time she rejected my advances, I just got cockier and showed off a little more.

She never wanted me for a boyfriend. But I was persistant. I sent her love-notes and bought her cheap presents. She kissed me ONCE at a dance, my FIRST KISS, which had me walking on air for a few days until I realized that it was a pure mercy-kiss, just to get rid of me. I wanted to marry her; she wanted to wipe me off like something unpleasant on the bottom of her shoe.

That love affair never panned out out the way I anticipated. But I remember it well, because it was my First Love. I heard that she went on to become a stockbroker and was making millions working in Holland many years later, where she married a man who was NOT a cocky little show-off.

But I still think about her today.


Here's my 1st love story,

I still think about her evry now and then

Posted by: Jerry on February 21, 2005 07:17 PM

Curtis Beach. Second grade. Patty S. and I actually had the entire second grade divided into camps, supporting one or the other of us. The teacher had to intervene. Those girls catch the boys and kiss them rounds on the playground were brutal.

Posted by: Kim on February 21, 2005 07:27 PM

First love...Travis Cook...second grade...first kiss...first "pet". He used to dare me to play on the jungle gym in my dress exposing my panty clad privates. For a senior year story please visit my site! Always love your writing, Rob!

Posted by: Chelle on February 21, 2005 07:41 PM

If being a loud-mouthed, cockly little show-off is who you were, then you were just being true to yourself. Sounds she wanted a quiet, timid little boy-bitch. At least you made a move and didn't act like Charlie Brown hiding behind a tree watching the red-haired girl. Of course you probably already know all this.

My first dose of chemically induced infatuation: 1st grade. I like a girl yet frozen by shyness. I watch some other little 1st grade boy help her put her coat one day, and all of sudden she was picking out curtains.

Posted by: Lycan on February 21, 2005 08:50 PM

A first love always remains in a secret place in the heart.

Posted by: Lamar Cole on December 30, 2005 09:32 AM
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