How did you meet your first love?

I was ostracised, hated, and bullied by the entire school. Except this one person was kind to me, and I liked them back. We would read together in the library and talk about random stuff and just hang out. It was the kind of relationship where you both like each other and know the other likes you but somehow neither of you makes a move.

But I was also a kid, and completely clumsily fucked it up. One day I said something so horrible, I still regret it to this day. Honestly one of the biggest regrets of my life. They avoided me, and never spoke to me again. I didn’t even apologise, because I was a coward and a jerk. I still liked them after that, but it hurt too much, so I avoided them too. Learning experience for sure.

It doesn’t specify romantic love, so the first time I met my first love I was at a Red Robin’s and she had just turned three, I had been dating her dad about six months. She is still very much the sunshine of my life, because of her I know what love is, I know what it’s like to love someone with my whole heart, to love someone not just enough to die for them but to live for them too. She’s the first person I’ve ever truly, deeply, loved and my life is so much better with her in it. Having biological kids wasn’t in my cards because I have cystic fibrosis so having her in my life is truly wonderful, she was also the deciding factor for getting my lung transplant, I chose to gamble it all for more time with her, and it paid off in spades

Dating app. Months of bad dates, a few spurts of nothing, and then poof he’s here out of nowhere. 🥰 That’s how adults in our 30s date though. We’re looking for someone who can fit into our already established lives.

As the man said, “I helped her out of a jam I guess.” Now I wouldn’t exactly say that I “used a little too much force”, but I sure did over-achieve on the whole helping a stranger out thing.

Anyway, we’ve been married for five years now.

I was best friends with his sister. I met him when I was in middle school but I didn’t fall for him until high school. I was staying the night at my best friends house and she went to sleep early. He stayed up with me and we talked all night.

It would still be 3 years before we dated. He was in a toxic relationship with a girl who threatened to kill herself every time he wanted to leave. He never cheated though. He finally left her and his sister and I were no longer very close.

We just happened to run into each other when we were both at a retail store. He gave me his new number. I text him shortly after. He came over and we started dating that night. We were together about 2 years. We were young and both had a lot of growing to do.

I used to keep in contact with him but, his wife got pissed. I told him that’s fine, if he was unwilling to stand up for himself again (his wife is similar to his ex) that that was his choice. I wasn’t going to step on his marriage.

Still occasionally talk to his sister but, haven’t talked to him in 10+ years.

She stalked me on Facebook because I dressed like the Crow and acted like a quirk chungus. It was a different time.

First one I met when I was a member of the Society for Creative Anachronisms. Second one was while I was a piercing apprentice. Third, fourth, fifth, and sixth (the one that I’m married to now) I initially met online. My first ex-wife was between #2 and #3.

I met all of my loves in the same bar in the 90s. Sometimes the love was short lived, sometimes a little longer and one is still with me for 30 years next january.

im still not sure I believe in love and emotions as some sort of mystical type thing. So like young ages like that I would just say im attracted to someone not necessarily in love. I met my wife who I am closely bonded to at a fan convention.

Life outside the computer? Well, I fail that one. But to answer the question very short and sweet.

Met online. Q-Link, 1986. Been together since.

Multiple points of contact. Our parents were friends. Our older brothers were friends. We went to the same school but were in different classes. We had some hobbies in common. I don’t recall when we first met, we were probably 4-7 years old and certainly no unique relationship feelings until many years after that.

I was kinda late to the game, my guess is that it was just because there was literally no one interesting around me at the time where I could have started to be interested in people. But in 10th grade (age 16-ish?) a lot of new people transferred to my school (normal thing here in Germany, in 10th grade everyone who wants to do their A-level transfers to Grammar School). So there was a new girl who did some awesome work in art class. So I totally wanted to talk to her… sometime down the line. I saw her across the street waiting for a bus about a week later, when a specific girl that was notoriously clingy and annoying started approaching her. Apparently no one had warned the new girl about her. I watched with a mix of horror and jealousy as the annoying girl started talking to her. I don’t think I ever consciously felt jealous before or after that event.

Anyways, we somehow landed in the same friend group and that girl was my first kiss (just in a spin the bottle situation at a party, nothing serious I think) and I seriously considered following her to art school after we graduated. I couldn’t justify that financially though and became a programmer instead. I do sometimes ponder about how different life would have been if I took that path tho. Especially since I am actually really glad to have met my husband in university, and the life that we ended up settling in is the polar opposite of what art school life would have been.

We were in the same class freshman year in high school, and we were part of a group who always ate lunch together. The other students called us the freaks under the stairs, or FUTS, because of where our table was. Anyway he’d been crushing on me pretty hard, and I had a ton of fun hanging out with him. We started dating, got married around a decade later, and he still puts up with me today!

First time was happenstance, when I was 15. I was kinda nervous about starting high school the following week; the anxiety of doing so in a new town wasn’t helping anything. I was running errands with my mom one day, we’d capped off the afternoon by picking my sister up from marching band practice. She’d brought this other girl along, having offered her a ride home. I don’t really remember the specifics about the trip, just ‘ooh, meeting a new person, let’s start the “new place” jitters early’. I think this girl and my sister were chatting something vaguely along the lines of coming over for French horn lessons. I don’t remember the specifics.

Two years later though, I’d gotten into theatre. Day 1 of rehearsals for a play I was cast in, there she was again. The roles we were playing didn’t interact much on stage, so when I wasn’t playing my part, I got to spend a lot of time in the wings. Watching her, being enamored with her performance, gradually realizing I was catching feelings for her.

I made a move, eventually, we went out for a while, it was great while it lasted. But, ultimately, we made better friends than lovers. We’re still friends, or at least friendly, to this day though.

She taught me how to cross my eyes while we sat on the floor in a circle next to each other.