girls i dated or wish i did

deadnothingbetter

When I was in kindergarten there was a girl and we used to like each other. It was the best thing that happened in our lives at the time when we were chosen as dancing partners for the school dance.

When I was in elementary there was a girl named Yesenia. Everyone liked her but I turned out to be the lucky one when she sat right next to me.

When I was 13 I fell in love with a girl named Rachel. To this day I think she's still a very beautiful single mom.

When I was 15 I grew a crush on a girl named Valerie. She had a boyfriend that was bigger than me so I never dared to ask her out. Sadly, the guy used to beat her up and ended up in jail. She's now single with two of his kids.

When I was 16 I met Victoria, the one who could have been the very girl meant for me. She's still the most beautiful girl I ever made friends with. But we stopped talking when she was a Senior. I never had a chance to tell her good-bye. I don't know what's become of her now. The last time I heard, she was getting married. If I ever see her again I will ask her to marry me.... only if it turns out that she didn't actually marry, of course.

When I was 18 I had a crush on a girl named Desori. I would send her flowers and write her love letters. Bad idea.

When I was 19 I met Karla. She was the best of times; she was the worst of times. Fuck that bitch.

Now I'm 23 and single. I'm talking to a girl named Melanie but she's easily becoming like all the rest of the girls I mentioned. I'm tired of caring anymore. I just want to live in peace and fuck.

trudatman

I am skipping some ladies (and in retrospect those experiences are often very memorable and influential) like Amanda, with whom I lasted a week. she lived in the same house that everybody had and was on the volleyball team. right, those would all be interesting ministories, but if I broke down everybody, I'd be read a slut, I think.

in 2nd grade, it was Molly. she was new (to my class of less than two dozen kids per grade) and a redhead. her family is hippie and she smoked with me once in high school (she wasn't in my class of ~125).

in 8th grade, it was Michelle. we were practice. when I joined her public school, I was a little pimp. I still get surprised by women who tell me they REALLY wanted me in high school (of course I didn't know at the time). lots of other guys hated me.

in 9th grade, it was Stacy. she recently got divorced. we have very similar taste in music.

in 12th grade, it was Sarah. a decade later we tried again. I'll never get over her. the Most. she's a mess -- we're perfect for each other!

in 13th grade, it was Emily. we had common interests, but I wasn't good to her. I wasn't yet me, but that is just an excuse. she deserves happiness and I truly hope she has found it.

I'm always ready to try again, but I'm very picky and I don't actively seek. I'm thirty, so I guess I should be loving it up while we're young.

this thread could be fun; I hope a lot of people join in and spill it!

justam

I think a good woman is much simpler than people imagine. They want someone kind, interesting, and full of love to kiss them and say "I'll love you forever."

We're so easy!!

chadwick

I have forgotten some names, years/dates, but here goes.

In kindergarten went walked to school together everyday.
(1977ish, forgot her name)
With her finger she traced my name that was on the back of my shirt
while the class watched some movie.

In 2nd grade Karie had this huge crush on me, huge.
A very beautiful woman today.
She drug me into the coat room and kissed me for a longtime.
Her young lil hormones were all a rage.

That same class in 2nd grade was when I found myself all over the teacher's
cleavage.
Her bras were lace and colorful.
Her blouse, opened up nicely.
Me, at her desk 24x7 asking questions as she sat in her chair.
Me, my eye-balls down her shirt.
I had wood, my brain was insane, my heart rate was radical.

All thru school I had crushes on all kinds of girls.
Teachers, yeah some were outstanding.

Sylvia=teacher, she was the best.
In winter she wore these huge fur boots that came up to just under her kness.
This sent me over the edge everytime.
She flirted with me I think.
She knew I had wood for her.
She sent me floating everytime I seen her/talked to her.
A soft flower she is, me, i was the captivated.

Caroline, another teacher.
Older lady, and stunning.
I had a head ache in 7th grade this one day in her class.
I asked if I could lay my book down and just chill.
She comes over, massages my shoulders for a few moments.
I almost fell asleep in a pool of my own drool.

In high school,
Heather, Tina, Beth, Lisa, Dana, Christie, & others, had me spinning.
To bad I was a moron on drugs/alcohol.
But gym class was outstanding jogging behind these ladies.
That is if I didn't skip to smoke weed, snort something, or get drunk.

deadnothingbetter

hey great responses. keep pouring it in.

yellowbird

when i was about 11 or 12 years old, i was in "love" with the boy next door. his name was Gary. he was shy. i remember lying in bed listening to him play "smoke on the water" on his bass guitar in his basement. that was the first time that i can remember having a case of the butterflies.
when i was 14, he helped me and my sister sneak out of the house after dark. we sat around a campfire with friends and he held my hand.
not long after, my family moved. last i heard, he was living in California, but that was many years ago.

in high school, i was in love with a boy who was in love with my good friend. so he never knew. oh, how i wished he would look at me the way he looked at her. his name was Mark. he was smart and witty and ran cross-country. my friend lead him on and finally he got tired of it and started dating around. he married the girl he dated in senior year and they are still married, i believe. he's a cutie.

when i was about 22, i was head over heals, madly in love with Dave. he was unique and fun and romantic. we dated on and off for about two years. he apparently didn't love me in the same way, because he was always pulling away. never thought i'd get over that one. once, years later, we stumbled into each other in a department store. he asked me if he could stop and see me sometime. i wanted to scream "YES!", but i was in a relationship at the time (we have been married now for almost 16 years) and frankly, i was scared i'd get hurt all over again. sometimes, i wish i had told him yes.