I don’t mind, though the really painful details will not be here. Basically I dated a Mormon girl for a couple years when I was a Senior in HS and 1 year into college. We were absolutely in love – the kind I write about here. We had passion. We had conversation. We had a lot, but not everything. She was a fireball and a very amazing person, but had some emotional scars I couldn’t fix.
My first love. Her family always hated me even though I treated her like gold. One of the smartest women I have ever been with; very possibly she was. I think to some degree, I will always love her, though it’s been almost 20 years since we spoke. Eventually, at a time of crisis, her family and the religion won out, they shipped her off, basically arranged a marriage, and she popped out kids at like 21, one after another after another, and her closest friends always told me back in my early 20s how sad and loveless her marriage was. I met the dude; he was nice and not a bad guy, but a total bore and it just was not her.
She wanted the passionate bad boy; she got the guy that stands in the circle and laughs but doesn’t know why. Kinda a sad story, actually. Maybe one day, I will see her again, and totally pound her in the butt. LOL.
You live. You learn. You move on. She totally fucked up. I’d probably be eating her pussy tonight if she would have had a little backbone. Some old memories.