Fellows, tell us about your first crush!

Come on out of the shadows, you know you read our stories. Now tell us about your own first experiences with old Cupid. (truth only)

I married him !! 21 years on the 19th of last month !!

Shee

Well, can you get him to post about it? I started a thread for us ladies to fess up about how the guys courted us, so I thought it would be fun to get their version in this one. So far, they are all either too shy or still over at our thread reading our stories. I once read that it takes an average (?) man 17 seconds to fall in love when he spots the lady of his dreams, but we take months or even years to size them up and "decide" to "fall". Something about them falling for packaging and us looking for content. I would like for some of our men friends to tell us how they fell the first time and how it turned out. But I would LOVE to know about this first crush of yours that you up and married and still have him. Details in our thread? Pretty please?

OK Aimeé, bigmouth Wintermoor will start your thread....
Up until I was 5 years old, my parents and I lived in a rainy paradise called The Isle of Skye, in the Inner Hebrides North-West Scotland. When we moved to Glasgow, from whence they originally came, but worked on Skye (Dad: Engineer, Mum: High School Teacher,maths & physics), I was put into Primary School, not far from where we lived. I really was not interested in the girls. Oh yes, there were wee girlfriends, but it wasn't the cupid type, they just were allowed to be with us cos they made the numbers up at football (soccer), we were too 'tough' to let anyone see that we had a girlfriend.
Things changed, of course, in the Secondary School. The Beatles had just released their 1st LP, long hair was becoming a fashion for guys, and the girls had long straight hair. In the first year, I sat often next to a nice girl called Andrina Parker, pretty face, almost as tall as I was, nice smile. Nothing else. We broke for the school summer holidays, and I saw very few of my classmates as I lived just outside of the city.
When we assembled for the next school year, I was struck by a vision, that seemed to float above ground, just like the slow motion in the movies.... Andrina Parker, she was beautiful, and I just couldn't keep my eyes of her, but I wasn't the only one.... Lots of the 'cooler' guys were buzzing around her like bees around pollen, so I knew I would have no chance. We sat together for maths, english and geography, and I was going daft knowing that the school reunion dance was coming up next week, and one of these other guys was just going to walk away with her.
I plucked up enough courage one day, and was about to ask her if I could take her to the dance on Friday night, just as one of the 'cools' walked up to her and asked her if he could take her, "I don't know yet", she replied, but I knew I had blown my chance. The next class was maths, and we sat in silence listening to our teacher(it was forbidden to talk or whisper in class), when she slipped me a wee note which said, "Dear Barry, I would like to go to the school dance with you. Do you have another partner? If not, let's go together"...... I couldn't believe my eyes, I jumped up from my seat and half shouted, "Yes Andrina, I want to go with you to the dance". Pandemonium broke out in the class, the teacher nearly collapsed with fright that someone should shout while she was writing on the blackboard, chalk snapped, guys were laughing, girls were giggling and clapping, and I was thrown out of the class for the rest of the period. I didn't care, the love of my life wanted to go with me, and I was sailing.
Andrina and I went together until just before our highers (A-levels, Graduation), when her family moved to new Zealand, and love lay bleeding. Needless to say, I failed every one of my highers, but got another chance to take them six months later, when I passed them all.
We wrote for about 1 year afterwards, but never met again, until about 15 years ago, I had just split-up with my wife, and had gone to Scotland for a six week holiday. While I was there, my Mum got a call from a girl who gave her name as MacKay, and asked if I was still around. Yes, you've guessed, it was Andrina, married and with two kids, and she was back in Scotland for the wedding of her elder brother, who had come back to Scotland to live. She had come alone, and was staying for two weeks. We met the next morning at 9 o'clock, and she looked gorgeous, after that we spent a wonderful ten days in the Highlands, just hill walking, swimming in the Lochs and just having the time of our lives.
She is back in NZ of course and has another two kids, but now and then I wonder what would have happened if she had decided to stay in Europe with me.

Yours

Wintermoor

What a great love story Winter!!! I wish it could have gone on a bit longer but like all good tales, this too had it's ending!! Andrina sounds lovely!!

Yes Louisa, it brought a lot of wonderful memories back just thinking about it and writing it, here's another wee bit. We had a favourite poem, from Robert Burns, and I used to sing this to her when she was feeling a wee bit down:

My love is like a red, red rose
that's newly sprung in June.
My love is like a melody
that's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie Lass
so deep in love am I,
and I will love you still, my dear
till all the seas gang dry.
Till all the seas gang dry, my love,
and the rocks melt wi' the sun,
oh I will love thee still, my dear,
when the sands o' life shall run.

So fare thee weel, my bonnie Lass,
and fare thee weel a while,
and I'll come back again, my love
tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Tho' it were ten thousand mile, my dear,
tho' it wer ten thousand mile,
and I will come again, my love,
tho it were ten thousand mile.

Oh the memories *sniff*

Wintermoor

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But of course I know this one - who wouldn't!! You really were a romantic and still are by the sounds of it!! What a lovely trait to possess!! Funny and romantic - great combo!!! :-)

"first experiences " ...oh no, I'll never tell...lol I will say that I was extremely shy and I actually broke up with two girls I was very much attracted to (in high school) because I was afraid to kiss them. I had this paranoid thought that she would run off and tell the whole school that I was a terrible kisser and I'd be the joke of the town. Funny how things change ;) I met my wife on a blind date, set up by my friend's girlfriend.

I'm not a fella but I can tell you about my eldest brothers' first girlfriend. He was besotted with her and she with him, they were about 14 at the time and in the same groups at school. To be kind she wasn't the prettiest of things (but then neither was he) and the poor girl had an awful lot of spots and greasy hair. My younger brothers and I would hang around them as an embarrassment factor until we got chased away by him LOL.

One evening he bought her in the house (we all used to play in the garage and garden) and my Father, who hadn't met her before, came in to the kitchen. It was getting dark so Father turned the light on and sudddenly exclaimed, 'Who is this?' Brother told him her name and Father said, 'My Goodness, no wonder you had the lights off, I couldn't look at her for long either!' He turned on his heel and switched the lights back off.

Needless to say, the relationship didn't last long after that. Father delighted in making fun of all of us when we started to court but I would say that has got to have been his worst trick

Ha-ha-ha!!! But on the other hand - Oh crumbs what a shame - that poor girl, she must still be walking around with a complex!! Actually, I think your dad must have a great sense of humour and was probably hiding his embarrassment at find them both together :-) So funny!!

Oh, Wintermoor, thank you for kicking off the thread, and for such a perfectly beautiful story. As Louisa said, you are delightfully romantic, but we already knew that. And I think it's ever so nice that you have current knowledge of that lovely lady, and you still find her alluring. I would bet that on days when she is a bit down and feeling blue, she takes a measure of comfort in knowing you have kept a part of your heart reserved for the memories.

Baa, you stinker, I laughed when I saw that you were telling your brother's story. Poor fellow, love really is blind.

Hehehehehe

Father had a typical midlands sense of humour, tell it like it is and if they don't like it, well ... that's up to them. I doubt very much that he was embarrassed, he thought it a great prank and told everyone about it. My Mother is the same but has more tact than he ever did.

My eldest brother went on to marry a truely beautiful woman, none of us can understand her attraction to him LOL.

whoops! did realize that this was a 'fellow' thread! I sure feel silly...how I didn't see the word 'fellow'...I have no idea...i plead ignorant due to too much STRESS!

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I'm sure your brother is not as bad as all that!! Brothers and sisters always see each other in a different way to outsiders. Obviously his wife thought he was a bit of alright, especially if he inherited his father's sense of humour!! That's a characteristic that would attract me immediately to a man!!

No he doesn't take after Dad. You'd have loved my Father, he was always charming to people not related to him. He always had lots of friends, Mother would walk 10 feet behind him in town because he knew all the down and outs too LOL. But even we were surprized when he died because the whole ground floor and outside steps of the tower block he lived in was absolutely covered with wreaths and people from several blocks lined the corridors on our way down offering sympathy, the crem was packed out too. Turns out he used to help out a lot of the old folk and people who couldn't read or write well to fill in forms and write letters when they had a problem with the council or other government departments. It was a side to him we never saw.

What a lovely man he really was!! A profound and admirable case of 'your right hand not knowing what your left hand was doing'!! You must really miss him!! I know I miss my dad too - he was so funny. I only had to look into his laughing eyes and the giggles would start!!

Sorry for thread hijacking Aimee!

Louisa

I didn't have a traditional Father/Daughter relationship with him so it's hard to say how I miss him really. Besides I was 17 at the time so it's been over a decade now. Funny really, my Mother sometimes gets a queer look on her face when I say or do things. I asked her one day why she turns away and she said that out of all of us kids, I mimic my Father so well she can almost hear his voice LOL.

No prob, Baa, the whole purpose of such a thread is to enjoy the little personal aspects that make you individual, and that is what is happening here. I am enjoying this so much.

Aimee, since no other brave men are coming forward then I know you don't mind at all about the hijack!! Felt sure we would hear from Shoe though, didn't you!! Guess he's doing what we should all be doing - working on his maters!!!!
Baa my son is so like my late husband in every way possible. It's uncanny!! I often muse on this and find myself watching him and his animations!! Almost like a cloning job... :-) But then we probably only get to see each other twice a year and so with the passing of time, he looks more and more like his father. Actually in 5 years he will be the same age as my husband when he died - 45!! Now, here's the thing - God willing I will be able to see in my son how my dearly departed would have looked as he was growing older!! Now, before I start crying I better shut up!!! :-)

((((((Margaret))))) How nice to have that connection! He must have been wonderful, to still be so dear to you.

No, I didn't expect Shoe to appear in this thread, not at all. I would have loved it, as I am sure all of you would, but I just knew he wouldn't open up that much. Hey, Shoe, I think Wintermoor is braver than you! In fact, I think he is the bravest of all! Or maybe the most romantic? I know you read the thread, you're just not willing to fess up. Too macho! Well, we know about you anyway, because you got married, so you might as well have told us about your clumsy little efforts before some female broke through your barriers. Bet you got slapped the first time you tried to kiss a girl. (Don't you want to defend yourself?)

I think Shoe will post!! He's just too busy right now I'm sure!! I also think he's not as tough as old leather - romantic and soft just like the rest of us!! :-)

Nah, maybe Jim, but not Shoe. I was a little surprised at hczone, though. I thought he would have a story that had to be told. Could it be that these fellows didn't have crushes? I just know Al Hanks has a story or several, but not a peep.
Dave is excused, obviously, but there are surely a few with enough moxie.

((((((Louisa))))))) You've been given some compensation for losing your husband at such an early age. It must be quite moving to see him so much in your son

It is moving and sometimes it hurts like the very dickens. I've got wonderful kids. Their dad's death was a terrible thing and I know they miss him dearly. That's what upsets me the most - the fact that my kids still hurt even after all this time. But hey - let's get back to the thread...lolol!!!
Jim, Shoe, Bob.....someone....anyone???