If Anyone Cares…

I set out a while ago to relive/recap/memorialize special women in my past. While have written about three, it seems to kind of trite. Why does anyone care about the girls/women in my life. The only reason that I think I will continue is that it is therapeutic to me in some sense. I’ve always been about nostalgia but my wife is all about looking forward. I think, in some way, this whole ridiculous effort might let me put my nostalgic longings to rest for good. So, I continue…three down:

Robin R
Beth O
Amy P

Skipping Gretchen as I can’t really come up with anything to write about her.

So anyway, that’s how it stands. If you care, check in once in a while. When the feeling moves me, I’ll pump another chapter out.

Initial Post:

Old Flames….They Never Leave Your Memory

For some unknown reason, I feel the need to revisit all the past emotions I felt and how each one of these girls made me feel and what they meant to me. Probably none will ever see this but it is something I need to say. So, stay tuned to this blog for a riveting and emotional outpouring on the following pieces of my heart:

Robin R – My first realization that girls where something important
Beth O – My first awkward courting methods
Gretchen S – My first problematic relationship
Amy P – A brief fleeting moment on the dance floor
Gail P – A great girl who might have been my prom date
Liz K – The swim club Hottie
Eve F – My first ” I wish she would like me” relationship
Jeanne M – The first time I realized the poetic beauty of a woman
Sue I – My first close female friend
Caroline F – My first “quirky” romance
Anne S – My first on-again, off-again flirtation
Timi S – My first burning sexual fantasy
Barbara K – My second, and more sophisticated burning sexual desire
Lisa S – The cute young girl I moved way too quickly with
Lori R – My first “really sexy friend of a girlfriend” girl
Diane K – My first intelligent relationship
Walden Pond Girl – My first experience in a “girl away too young” relationship
Barbara D – My first “girlfriend turned to enemy turned back to friend turned to long lost” relationship
Sue R – My first truly serious, long term love, turned to longing memory
Kim D – My first “I really like you and want to have sex with you and finally have sex with you but get Clamidia” girlfriend
Mary G – My final turn at love

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