This blog entry is going to delve very deeply into my love life. There will be some ewww moments, some back slapping from the men moments and some back slapping from the women moments.
I'll warn you now, some of this may be hard to believe and some of it may be seen as bragging. Everything I say will be the truth and I'll make sure I let you know when it's bragging. most of it isn't though
I was a late starter when it came to girls. I didn't have my first proper girlfriend, or my first proper kiss until I was about 14. I certainly made up for it in later years though.
It's not that there weren't girls in my life when I was younger. I even had a top 3 in my junior school for the ones I fancied the most. Helen Ditchfield, Sue Humphries and Vicky Brown were always the top 3. I also fancied a girl who lived in my street, who was the same age as my brother. Vicky Hurst was her name, and she was very, very cute. It was an unrequited crush though, I was 3 years her junior.
The Mother used to babysit her best friends kids after school and the daughter and I would thoroughly enjoy playing doctor and nurses, both of us curious about the opposite sex's body. I think most kids have the same experiences, but don't really see it as sexual. At least not at the time.
High school brought more girls and more crushes. I still hadn't had much experience with girls by time I'd left my first high school, although it was no longer possible to have just a top 3, there was just too many to choose from. The likes of Steph Kinsey, Leanne Smith, Michelle Ireland and Nicola Booth (or 'Tickle her boobs' as I liked to call her) were always up there at the top.
It was my second high school when things changed though. A few weeks in, I started playing with the little fella for the first time and that seemed to kick start my hormones. Strangely enough, the girls started coming in in droves aswell.
I hadn't really had any girls who had fancied me back until then. I had a babyface and people thought I was 'awwww cute', rather than 'phwoarr cute'
Lisa was the first who really showed an interest in me. She was my best friend and one half of a set of twins. Strangely, I didn't really fancy her sister. Lisa was fairly shy and I'm sure it was her personality that drew me to her. Not that she wasn't good looking, she was. But it turned out I was a bloke that preferred a nice personality over anything else. One of my longest standing quotes is this' No point being with a glamour model if she's a complete bitch.
I still remember being sat in a Spanish lesson with Lisa and on her rubber (the one for pencils, you dirty gits), was written 'Lisa Luvs Ed'. Ed is of course my nickname from that school. I really didn't know what to do. People had told me she fancied me, but I hadn't believed them too much. My reaction was one of uncomfortableness and I slowly and ever so carefully covered up the rubber with a textbook.
Lisa and me never got together while we were at school, although we did in later years, once I had moved to Northampton.
The following school year brought a love Pentagonal. I had 4 different girls all showing an interest in me. There was Sarah, who was a fairly big girl and was rather forward about it all. Sitting on the steps of the fire exit at the school during our lunch break, she more often than not, had her hands up my top copping a good feel.
There was also Lisa and the two Vicky's. Both Vicky's were slim, Vicky R was was blonde, whereas Vicky W had jet black hair and freckles. All 4 of them made their intentions towards me clear and I had the enviable task of choosing which one I preferred.
Vicky R got the nod as my first ever girlfriend and we were together for a couple of months. There was no full on kissing, no groping of any kind and after a while it just petered out and ended.
The other girls had taken a severe disliking to Vicky R after I had chosen her over them. It was a very awkward position to be in, although when the relationship ended, so did the awkwardness for me.
Vicky W had started a relationship with one of my best mates, who was a year below us. Proper kissing became a well known subject surrounding them and I don't think we made it any easier for them. That wouldn't be Rowan's biggest problem though. That would come in the shape of his girlfriend stealing best friend.
Indeed, after spending a day with Vicky W and another friend, Vicky and me quickly realised there was a mutual attraction. We didn't act on it, but after a few days, I was forced to call Rowan to tell him that Vicky and me were to become a couple, which left him on his own.
Vicky and me actually worked quite well together. The kissing was a problem at first, but we soon dove into it and after that, there was no separating us, we became quite close.
I honestly can't remember how or why it ended with her. It was certainly amicable though and we remained close friends for a good time after that. I later learned that she had 'come out' as a lesbian and was in a relationship with her best friend. She seemed very happy and I was pleased for her. I've never been homophobic and I dealt with it better than most. She later confided in me that I was the only boyfriend she had ever felt comfortable with, which I was very proud of. it meant i had been a very caring boyfriend, and that's what I wanted to be.
After leaving school, I went to college and it was here that I finally got off the Virgin train.
Her name was Lyndsey and at 17, she was 2 years older than me. It was just a sex thing. I didn't really fancy her and her personality wasn't too great either. It all happened quite quickly. I was sat in the canteen at college with her and a friend of mine. he thought she was flirting with him and told me so. I was sure she had been flirting with me and it proved that I was right.
I walked her home. Turns out she lived next door to Vicky R, my first girlfriend and the first person I kissed. Weird or what?
We were sat under a footbridge that goes over the railway line in Padgate and we were getting quite seriously into a good snogging session. now what I said to her wasn't meant as an invite to sex. I asked her if she wanted to come back to mine. I honestly thought I was just going to carry on the kissing session, which i would have thoroughly enjoyed.
Off we went to mine and I sneaked her into the house. The Mother had no idea she was even there, even though she stayed the night.
That first time wasn't too special. After reading women's mags and porn mags, I wanted to be the attentive lover. I wanted to please her. I didn't really know what I was doing though and she could tell. Still, the first time was over with and my wish to become an attentive lover continued, even to this day.
Once I moved to Northampton, I soon had a steady flow of women on the go. I lived in a Southern village and I was a baby faced Northerner, I never had a shortage of girls wanted to try something different.
It was a couple of years later though, after lots of failed relationships and one night stands that I fell in love for the first time.
It was a case of love at first sight for me. I was sat at the top of the stairs in the Northampton Wetherspoons with some friends. We were off on a night out and after a while, there was another small group that arrived to join us for the night.
And there she appeared at the top of the stairs. She was utterly gorgeous. In fact, the most gorgeous human being I had ever laid my eyes at that point. Her name was Melody and I was head over heels in love.
The problem was, Melody had a boyfriend and I had to pine for her from a distance for a while. I did get my chance though and it all came after one hell of a night out that I'm still proud to brag about.
Dad had gone on holiday for 2 weeks and left me in the house on my own. of course I had friends round every night and most of us got utterly plastered. One of those nights I had decided to go into town with melody and her best friend, Laura, who was openly gay. I left the house in the very incapable hands of my best friend and off i walked to get on the bus that Mel was getting into town. I still remember getting on the bus and sitting down on the seat next in front of her, facing back so I could watch everything she did.
I think we'd already decided we were going to attempt a relationship with each other and I was in one hell of a good mood because of it.
Now while in our favourite club in Northampton, dancing away to some decent hard dance music, Mel and Laura decided that my shirt shouldn't be buttoned up. They then decided that a better way to consume their alcohol would be to pour it down my naked upper torso and then lick it off.
I had many strangers coming up to me that night, slapping me on the back, shaking my hand and calling my a lucky bastard. I was loving it, but mostly, I was loving Mel.
Off we went back to the house and there was pure comedy gold when we arrived. Craig had invited a morbidly obese barmaid back, telling her I was a cert for a good shag. Of course I walked in with the gorgeous Melody and we soon ignored everyone to go upstairs.
There was a moment in that first night together that I cherish.....but I'm not going to tell you about it. That's mine for keeps.
I think we only stayed together a few weeks though and eventually she returned to her ex boyfriend. every time we got close, I'd end up with a broken heart. I truly was in love with her.
A few years later, not long before I moved back up here, I was talking to an old friend that Mel and me shared. Well, I say friend.....
She ripped my heart out and stamped on it. She told me that she'd heard a rumour that Mel had committed suicide. For those who are regular readers of my blogs, I don't need to tell you what that did for my anxiety and depression. I spent that entire night trying to find out any information on Mel. There was no Facebook or Twitter back then and I no longer had a number for her.
I rang everyone I could think of and it was at the very end of the evening that I remembered running into an old friend in town......and he had given me his number. He knew Mel and more importantly, knew how to get hold of her. it was Laura I managed to contact first and Laura assured me that Mel was alive and well. She also gave me a number for Mel and I was straight on the phone to her.
Hearing her voice was a massive relief and the feelings soon came flooding back and in fact we got back together just a few weeks later. It wasn't to last though, Mel didn't feel comfortable being around the area I was living. It was a way out for her, I know it was and again I was heartbroken.
That's the first part of my relationship and sex history. There's a lot more to come though, so keep checking in
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