Well, well, well…What could this mean?
I’m sure you’re sitting on the edge of your seat and dying to find out. Aren’t you?
Well, we’re going to go on this journey together. Today we are taking a step back into my past.
Today, we are going to look back at some of the men that managed to have a huge impact on my life. My friend, Jess, wrote a similar blog post a while ago, and she is the one who inspired me to write this one today.
The Childhood Love
We practically grew up together. Our families knew each other for the longest time. I can’t remember how we met, but he was always there. We lived down the road from each other. We caught the same bus. We went to the same primary school. Heck, there was even a time when our siblings dated each other. It was one of those cliché ‘romances’ that everyone was waiting to happen…but it never did. Regardless, I liked him probably more than a 8, 9, 10-year-old girl could…or should. I thought he was brilliant. It has been a decade since I’ve seen him, but we’ve gotten back in touch in recent years. Thank goodness for Facebook, right? 😉
The Musician/First Boyfriend
He was my first boyfriend. A primary school friend was dating his friend, so it kind of just happened. I think I was 11 or 12 when we started ‘going out’. It was back in the day when you played bull rush, handball and giggled when you sat next to each other. He was a very talented guitarist (not biased) and performed in Battle of the Bands. I spent a lot of time sitting in classrooms while he and the band practiced. I think the whole relationship lasted three months and it took that amount of time for us to hold hands. Ah, the age of innocence 😉 We broke up over the phone and my best friend had a bigger heart attack/mental breakdown than I did.
The ‘Bad Boy’
I met him through work four years ago. We were working in the same pack house, which means that we spent 12 hours of each days trapped together. Naturally, some sort of feelings and attraction developed. We became boyfriend and girlfriend. We were the fairytale couple of the workplace, but he was a partier. He liked to drive fast. He also had a variety of…other interests. Ahem. We saw each other for close to four months (ah, young romance) but it all fell apart when my parents decided to move to a different part of the country. He gave me the “You have to choose: Me or your family.” ultimatum. I chose…and it wasn’t him.
The First Kiss
It happened in a wooded area on his property when we were playing spotlight. How romantic 😉 He lured me in with his British accent and pizza eating abilities. Seriously. I met him at my cousin’s birthday party. We went bowling and ate pizza. A lot of pizza. We actually got into a pizza eating competition. Clearly, my flirting skills were well-developed at age 12 😉 We made it ‘official’ and he was my on again/off again boyfriend. It didn’t work out, but we’re great friends now. In fact, he’s the current boyfriend of my best friend. They’ve been together for years and are absolutely killing it as a couple.
Fast forward from high school and my gap year, and we’re at college. I went through a bit of a partying stage (that lasted longer than I would like to admit) as every college student did. I met this boy through friends of mine. He was lovely, but things always seemed to go around in circles. We couldn’t figure out what we wanted…and then we spontaneously combusted. It killed me. I really, truly cared about this boy and I didn’t realise it until it was too late. We’ve started talking again and I think we’re getting back to being friends. I hope.
I fell truly, madly, and deeply in love with this boy. We met by chance and he (and his friends) ended up moving in with my family for the summer. Working and living together meant that we were together 24/7. That’s enough to drive anyone insane…but it didn’t. He was in the country on a year-long visa, but that didn’t stop me from falling for him. Taking him to the bus stop so he could get to the airport absolutely destroyed me. I didn’t stop crying for days. In fact, I almost jumped on a plane and chased him to the other side of the world. Almost. It took a while, but I got over him…and we’re still friends on Facebook.
The Older Man
This man caused a bit of scandal. A thirty-something year old man with a fresh twenty year old. That would be enough for anyone to raise their eyebrows. Our first date showed that we really were worlds apart, but he was the one who drew me in. It was enough to spark and on again/off again relationship (of sorts). I mean, I do remember a vague mention of ‘boyfriend’. He was (and is) brilliant. He just gets me. I only knew a handful of people when I moved to Auckland. He was one of them. Our relationship might have fallen apart, but we still have a great friendship (believe it or not).
*Some of these men weren’t my boyfriends, but they had a huge impact on my life.