My first flame was a girl named Susie, she was around 10 and I was about 12. Her parents knew my parents. Susie lived about a mile away, and I would ride my bicycle over to her house when I could. My mother would take us out on a "date" to a movie or the skating rink (remember those), and drop us off. She would pick us up later and we would ride in the back seat and be out of view from the rear view mirror and play kissy face. This went on for about a year and never got to first base. I thought we were destined for a life together. Then, her parents separated and Susie disappeared.
Starting my senior year in high school, who do I see in the hall. Yep, it's Susie! I couldn't believe my eyes. She was georgeous. I walked over to her and started conversation, and got the Antarctic treatment. I was devastated. It was my real first lesson that life moves on.
How about your first flame?
"I'M NEVER WRONG - BUT I'M NOT ALWAYS RIGHT"
Starting my senior year in high school, who do I see in the hall. Yep, it's Susie! I couldn't believe my eyes. She was georgeous. I walked over to her and started conversation, and got the Antarctic treatment. I was devastated. It was my real first lesson that life moves on.
How about your first flame?
"I'M NEVER WRONG - BUT I'M NOT ALWAYS RIGHT"


This could turn into another "how do I forget" thread...
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