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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
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First loves
When I was 14-15 i was a candy striper at the hospital, which is where I met Nick, my first official boiyfriend. Our relationship mostly involved hand holding while waiting to transport patients and sneaking off to make out in stairwells. He broke up with me by requesting "Love Bites" by Def Leppard on the radio. I still hate that song.
He requested me on FB last week. He is now a police officer in my home town but is still totally cute. ahhhh, young love.
Re: First loves
When I was a kid we used to vacation at a resort very similar to the one in Dirty Dancing. Line dancing, craft projects, and all. My two BFFs and I all fell for one of the employees when we were about 9, 10, and 11. He was ... I wanna say 16. UNlike Dirty Dancing, there was no dirty dancing, sadly.
We found each other on facebook about a year or so ago. He still looks almost exactly the same. Which is to say he has a sort of aged Peter Pan thing going on. It was hilarious catching up with him but also sort of embarrassing because we were ridiculous with our crushes. We wrote him love letters. With confetti.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
hey, can i hold Ryker while you reminisce? i promise not to nom on his chunk-a-lunk arms too much.
trying to figure out who I'd really classify as my first love. i guess jeff, who is now a firefighter. i broke up with him because i didn't want a serious relationship and end up like my sister (married young and miserable) i think really i knew he wasn't as into me as i wanted him to be and broke up with him before he could break my heart.
My first boyfriend lived in our neighborhood and his mom was my teacher. He brought me an octopus balloon to school in Valentine's Day, and I gave him a subscription to Dirt Bike Magazine. On my 10th birthday he gave me a necklace with a heart pendant and we kissed during hide and seek! Then his mom asked if he kissed me and it felt like a huge scandal at the time.
We fell in with different groups after that, but we sat together at HS graduation because we have similar last names. We ended up having a good talk and he told me he still had some notes I wrote him (tres sensitive for a 17 year old boy, no?).
I think he's a pharmacist now.
The nerve!
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so winged, is your kid's name really Ryker?
My first boyfriend was PJ. We went to the sixth grade dance together, and spent the whole summer before seventh grade together. He broke up with me a few weeks into seventh grade by asking my sister to tell me that he liked Lori Rose instead.
I see him in Facebook pictures every now and then. I'm not sure what he does for a living but he wears a lot of Harley Davidson shirts.
I am hesitant to write on his wall about our young love and how it hurt my soul. haha
yes, mulva, that's his name (don't wear it out)
I was boy crazy early on so I'm not sure who I'd say was my real "1st love". I'll say it was Devon because I'd already crushed on him in nursery school and then didn't see him again because he went to catholic school (eventually he went to my high school). Somehow my BFF and he and his friends were all hanging out one day- he lived walking distance to me. On my walk home with my friend after hanging out his friend asked me if Devon asked me out would I say yes. I said yes. Later that night I went "down the field" (the softball/Babe Ruth fields where people hung out) and all these popular girls were congratulating me on being Devon's girlfriend. I had just thought the question from his friend was hypothetical.
We "went out for like 3 weeks" until I found out from someone else he wasn't going out with me anymore and was dating this slutty girl Lisa.
I'll always think of him when I hear Phil Collins, Against All Odds...
Ah, young love. My first real awareness of someone of the opposite sex was 5th grade. It was my dad's friend's son, Andy, and I had a huge crush on him. We would go to his family's house to swim during the summer, and went on a joint family vacation in 6th grade to the Catskills. I still remember jumping on beds in the hotel together while playing Van Halen very loudly. Unfortunately this is not a happy story. A few months later, Andy died (obviously very VERY sad). He had asthma and his lungs collapsed while he was in the bathroom at school. Strangely enough, through my teens I would often wonder if he was 'the one' for me and that I was sol for love. (I know, way to make a horrible tragedy about you, November).
The first person I can honestly say that I loved is my ex - that didn't happen until I hit 25.
My first love was my first boyfriend when I was 16. We were together until I was 22 and then we amicably broke up to sow our wild oats. We both lived in the same town for about 5 years after we broke up but never talked and I never ran into him out and about, which is strange because it's kind of a small town and it's hard to NOT run into someone.
Fast forward 2 years later and I have moved away and gotten married. I go back to small town, where he still lives, for the weekend and run into him at my old favorite bar! Crazy small world.
My first real boyfriend, Dave, freshman year of college.
He didn't wear shoes.
And that's all I have to say about that.
The hair grows in thick where the horn used to be.
My first love went from considering the priesthood to youth outreach director of some atheist association.
Now he lives in Kentucky with his wife and 2 kids and I get the occasional kick out of his opinions on politics and religion through facebook.
I admit to getting a bit sentimental whenever I hear "Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon but that's cured by his new look. The shaved head and facial hair combo looks like he belongs on a Wanted poster.