Chronicles of Boyfriendia-Numero Seite

::sigh:: Every good thing must come to an end and so I'm opting to end on the perfect number: 7
This does not imply, however, that said Boyfriend was Mr. Perfect. So, here's my last and most favorite Chronicle. You've enjoyed more than just a chronicle of "boyfriends", but a chronicle of firsts (first kiss, first boy that made me really cry, first heartbreak) and of my adolescence.

David
Where to start. If you know me, you probably know David. Or knew David. (*snicker* -here's props to my sister for forever hating every boy who ever broke my heart. She ALWAYS takes my side, no matter what. *props* to Brother for scrutinizing every male who ever dared to put his arm around me in church! I LOVE YOU TWO!!)

David was my nemesis. In the 1st grade he proceeded to yank my ponytail with such gusto that on more that one occasion my bow popped out. And I had a famous ponytail-- so he was messing with a legend at the age of six. Daring of him, if I do say so myself.

Our paths crossed sporadically for the next several years. We both interviewed at the same prestigious private school. He opted to attend... I didn't. Our sisters were the same age and so were our brothers, so we knew who each other were. He transferred back to the local high school where my then best friend was and they were in the same Study Hall class. We met because she decided that he was "perfect" for me. She said that he had the "perfect mix of city and country, Beth. He's exactly what you need. He'll totally relax you! And he has a truck! Beth, you've always wanted a guy with a cool truck."

So...without my permission she gave him my number. The next thing I know, we're at a Friday Night Football Game (in East Texas an event like that is capitalized). He invites me to the afterparty-- calls my parents to double check AND offers to drive me home.

From then on we were inseparable. As for what happened from then until now... well, that's history. Everyone has a first love. Since you fine folks have enjoyed the juicy details of every other "first" in my adolescent years... it was only fair to share my first love as well.

I'm sure you're thinking all types of things:

"Why aren't you two together? You loved him right?"

"Will you always love him?"

"Hey, Beth, since you mention it-- what did happen to that guy?"

My reply is this: 'tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. I love "first loves". Something about the naivete and the youth and the all-mixed-up-ness of it just makes me love it! For awhile I thought I was the only one in my circumstance - but I've come to discover that I'm not. Just go to a beauty shop and sit and listen and you'll know what I mean.