Your first REAL love. Elder Gays... Tell Lana

My first bf in college. We met freshman fall, I had just turned 18. He was very cute, with brilliant blue eyes and dark brown hair and no body fat. He was good in bed. He was also sexually compulsive, a liar, and cray-zee. We broke up and got back together about five times until mid-sophomore year when I finally concluded he was irremediably nutz. It took me years to get over him; I met my next bf in my second year of grad school.

From trauma to happiness. That's cute.

I started to fall in love with boys in 3rd grade.

I think I faced up to it in 6th grade and he was one of my best friends and we were opposites. I was delicate and pretty and he was already a bruiser but a charmer, too, and we were thick and got along fine until HS graduation, though we weren't close anymore during our teen years.

Boy in school when I was 14.

What do you consider the hallmarks real love?

Slightly gay famous, so I'm not telling anything beyond that so I don't ID myself.

(He was, not me)

^of

His name was Palo. We were both in the Legislative Youth Program. He was a few years older than I: very cute, dark curly hair, dreamy eyes.

He was pretty. We worked together.

But my first actual Gay crush happened when I was 9 and was watching Gidget with my 15 yr old sister. James Darren. I was so taken with him that every guy I ever met was dark and beautiful like that. Even now I do not like the blondes. Give me a swarthy man.

He was definitely boyishly good looking.

R12 = Bryan Singer

You have an interesting imagination, r12. I like older men.

College boyfriend, sweet and smart. He had to move to Texas for a job. I helped him move but stayed in our college town for my own job, because I was working under contract. We grew apart.

We are still friends. He is the best traveling companion I’ve ever had. We were just not to be as a couple.

College is a good place to meet a kindred mind. Good you remained friends... love lingers on, nena.

I had my 1st LTR during those years, as well. He was 10 years my senior. Best fun, driving around from city to city, from amusement park to amusement park, casinos, the beach, my versus partner in sports, games.

My best friend in elementary school. Sleepovers just felt [italic]right[/italic].

I had my first crush in the 8th grade; his name was John and we played baseball together.

The first real love: I had just turned 20. He was a decade older. I grew up and we parted 12 years later.

The love of my life: my husband of decades.

I have been blessed, and I know it.

I'm still waiting for it. I thought I loved my first boyfriend but I just loved the person he pretended to be. I'm 33 so I still have some time.

R18 you sure have. 12 years is a long time iin andros years!

R19 There is a soulmate for everyone. Authentic love is the best! Wish you a frutiful future with the Xaddy of your dreams.

*fruitful

R17 Sapphic Awakenings. Welcome, sis.

Dear Lana, It happened outside Harry's Back East on Third Avenue back in '74. He was just standing there. I went in, came out. Still there. Tight jeans and chest hair poking through his open shirt. He couldn't work up the nerve to go in. He was Israeli and shy about his English but I liked accents and he was sexy. There were complications. I knew I liked him straight off but he was engaged to a woman in Tel Aviv. The hall was rented, they'd be married soon but I guess he wanted to know for sure. Was he gay. Turned out he was and we stayed together for seven years. You never forget your first love.

Harry's in 70s eNYCe. Lucky you, honey. Before AIDS changed the entire scene.

He sounds like a keeper. At least he didn't drag her into messiness. That M.O. means he might be straight up in his dealings.

Happy you found your Abba Dabba Doo, Miss Wilma

70s New York seemed like such a stark difference from the 80s post AIDS era.

Happy you found your Abba Dabba Doo, Miss Wilma. Good catch! Sounds like a decent, sweet and humble man. And... he didn't drag his girl into it.