I was 13 and his name was Bobby. We went to a basketball game. I only lived about 3 blocks from the school, so he came over and we walked to the basketball game. I didn't have a set time to be home....just when the game was over. On our second date, we went to another basketball game. But when we got to my house, he wanted to kiss me. I think if he had just kissed me, that would have been okay, but instead, he said, "Are you thinking what I am thinking?" I knew what he was thinking, but I said, No. So, he didn't kiss me and after that I never spoke to him again. He was puzzled, I am sure, and that was a terrible way for me to treat him. My parents loved him and his parents loved me. I sometimes thought about him and how much more normal my life would have been, had I married him, and I had often looked for him on FB. After a few years....I found him, and I sent him a friend request, and he never responded. I was going to apologize for being so mean to him, but it is probably just as well. Amazing what you can find out on the internet. He married a Japanese girl, and later got divorced. They had a son and he sent him to live with his older sister in Louisiana. He was never close to his son, who is a photographer and also a hairdresser, but he is fairly close to his grandchildren, and that is about all that is on his FB page. I think he married a lady from Mexico next and had another child with her, but not sure if it is a boy or girl. I think she divorced him too. He doesn't look very happy....kind of sad and pitiful....so I guess things turned out for the best anyway. He was kind of boring....and my life has never been boring.

My first date was with the new girl at our school. We were both 13. She wrote a note to me and had it passed from the other side of the classroom.

"I can't stop looking at you or thinking about you, will you come home with me today? We can do homework together." Yes, my heart was pounding!

It lasted two years and I got straight A's both years. After two years, her father decided we were becoming too serious and he dismantled our relationship.

His name was Johnny. Went to a football game.

I was not allowed to date until I was 18 and it was a double date. I am still good friends with the other girl that was on that date too.

Sue

I honestly don't remember!

There were two K - 6 schools in my town. When I started Junior High, I met a boy from the other school. We were together in a dance class, where we had male and female dance instructors. Bob and I were always chosen by the instructors to partner them when they demonstrated a new step, and Bob always chose me to partner him. He invited me to a hayride his church group was having that fall. We became 'steadies' through Junior High -- which meant, dear reader, that I wore the dog tags he had made in his name (probably at the local hobby shop or the Museum of Science and Industry). His parents took us to high school and college basketball games and we played badminton with them. He kissed me once -- in the back seat of his parents' car! (He had an older brother, and I think he had more 'ideas' than some of my school friends without sibs.)

This all fell apart without warning at the end of our 8th Grade year. He asked a new girl in town to the graduation party! I was *devastated*. WHAT had I done wrong?

Shortly before I met my DH, I was having a drink after work with a fellow I'd known since kindergarten. He brought up Bob's name and asked if I knew that he and two other boys I'd also known forever had beaten Bob up one day after school. Seems Bob had "greatly enlarged" upon our kiss. I was dumbfounded -- mostly because I had had no idea I had three protectors of my virtue!

Bob became president of a large national firm, and he and his wife and three kids moved to the town where my DH and I had settled. His eldest son was our DS's baseball coach in a summer program. Another son played Little League with our boy. Bob and I never spoke more than, "Hello", but one day he came over to sit with DH and me at a game. He looked like he wanted to say something more than idle chit-chat, but was uncomfortable about it.

The next I knew anything about Bob he'd shot himself one afternoon at home, unable to live with alcoholism. I've since heard that the 12-step program asks people to apologize to anyone they have 'wronged'.

I was 12 he was 17. I had a crush on him. We sometimes socialized with his family but mostly it was a roller rink connection. I was so excited when he called me out of the blue one night and invited to go to the drive-in movies that weekend. We saw From Russia With Love. In the middle of the movie he turned to me and leaned in to kiss me. I had never been wet kissed before and the sight of moist open lips heading toward me took me aback. LOL He was quite the gentleman when I demurred but we were definitely not on the same wavelength. We remained friends but no more dates after that. Precocious as I was I was still pretty naive in that department.

This post got my curiosity up and I ran a search for him. He has a blank Facebook page. But I found a younger male relative that is a spitting image of him. I assume he's a son or a nephew. The male relative has a DS that is the spitting image of my date's younger brother.