As a Hopeless Romantic, I constantly generate Deep Thoughts about love, relationships, dating, and affairs of the heart. Most of those thoughts have to do with my trying to figure out where I went wrong along the way.
I’ve never been very good at love, and whenever I try to figure out why I can’t master something, I like to go back to the very beginning.
That’s why my head was filled this week with Deep Thoughts about my First Love.
I believe I’ve walked you down this path before, Modern Philosophers, but Memory Lane can be a wonderful place to visit when you stop at the right intersections.
First Love found me the summer I was sixteen. My Stepmother declared that I was old enough to have a summer job, and I ended up working at a sleep away camp in upstate New York.
As a huge fan of the Friday the 13th franchise, I looked forward to the experience. I knew I was safe from any serial killer’s wrath because I was a virgin, and everyone knows only the sexual active campers and counselors get hacked to bits.
It was my first time away from my family’s influence for such an extended period of time, and I looked forward to spreading my wings and learning to be a bit more social.
In other words, I was hoping to figure out how to talk to girls while I was far away from home and wouldn’t be embarrassing myself in front of any member of the opposite sex I’d have to face on a daily basis around my neighborhood.
Love found me, but since this was the geeky teen version of your favorite Modern Philosopher we’re talking about, First Love was awkward, weird, and one sided.
You know, typical Austin.
I never got my first kiss that summer, and didn’t come close to even leaving the dugout, let alone making it to first base, but I did finally learn how to be comfortable speaking to an attractive woman.
That was a big step for me, and even though I didn’t notice it at the time, it gave me some much needed confidence with the opposite sex.
Of course, it still took me until the following summer to get my first kiss, but who knows how long it would’ve taken had I not had this awkward rendezvous with First Love?
If you’d like to read more about my First Love and how it has affected every romantic decision I’ve made since, please head over to The Good Men Project to check out my new column. I never get any comments on my articles over there, so I’d love it if you could leave me a few lines about your first love. You know, make my column look as if people actually read it!
You can find my article here: http://goodmenproject.com/featured-content/did-a-misguided-first-love-ruin-my-romantic-future-austinhodgens-jrmk/
As always, thank you for your support, and I’m really looking forward to reading your experiences with First Love. Why do I think my tale is going to be the most awkward?
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