Last night, on the 15th, I wanted to take down the red and white balloons and ribbons I'd put up in the spirit of Valentine and just as the scissors made the first snip, a bunch of people raged uproariously. I was shocked by their collective protest.
"Don't take it down!" One tall, burly handsome guy said. I was surprised. Mr Macho has been coming around for years and we'd always exchange glances but never speak. He's one of the really masculine manly alpha male types, so I was taken aback when he lunged forward from his chair because I cut off a ribbon.
"It's still Valentine, can't you see I'm still wearing my red", another cried, truly he wore a bold red shirt. Last I checked Valentine's Day is on the 14th, but okay...
I closed up at about 11.45pm and because it was quite late, I offered to give the DJ a ride to the bus stop. A young lady walked closely behind him, I soon learnt that she's his girlfriend who'd been watching her man play all night.
"Awww, you guys are still doing Valentine" I teased. I'd expected the DJ to be a bit embarassed as most men would but he wasn't at all. "Yes nau. Valentine is until weekend!" He said owning it.
So in the spirit of love & Valentine, I'm dedicating today's Throwback Thursday to our first loves.
Do you remember your first love? I do.
His name is Leo*. I was 17 when we started dating and shortly turned 18. He was 23. It was the most beautiful feeling; young love. I'd thought I was grown but when we really started dating, I began to feel more like a woman, more worldly, more knowing. He was also my first Valentine. I still remember the gifts he gave me, and I remember the Paco Rabanne aftershave I bought him, the most expensive thing I'd ever purchased in my life at the time.
However, I got into the university and I saw that Jambito Rush was in the air, I simply couldn't let that exhilarating experience pass me by... It wasn't just the Jambito Rush to be honest. It was also the intoxicating feeling of freedom. For the first time in my life I was truly free... Or I could have been, but for a boyfriend.
So... the boyfriend had to be eliminated, I chose freedom over love. Broke a man's heart and the tears he cried would come to haunt me years later. Yes, years later when (blog reader) J's husband's prophesy (I don't think he and J had met or become friends at the time) that I wouldn't find any guy that'd love me the way Leo did in a very long time, seemed to be coming true.
Well, that's that. Leo and I are (facebook) friends now, he's a father and a husband and our past is history, just a page in the books of each other's lives.
Now over to you. Who was your first love? How old were you? What was the relationship like? How did it end (if it did)? Are you friends now? Let's talk all about first loves... 😍😍😍