Reply #9: Wow...

[badgerpup]

OK...nothing like the above, but it's mine.

Seventeen years old, first time in the ring. First love. :eyes:
Wouldn't 'go all the way'; I'd paid attention in "Health Ed" (read: Sex Education, except we weren't supposed to call it that to save our parents tender sensibilities) and the idea of getting pregnant didn't appeal to me. Was the 1970s and I'd gotten the idea that Birth Control Was The Woman's Responsibility...and here I am, seventeen.
What am I gonna do, talk to my MOTHER?
Well, there's other stuff we can do...but he was seventeen too.
The girl I thought was my BFF had no such scruples or worries, so she had absolutely no problem having sex with him, and getting pregnant was a bonus...
meant she 'took him away' from me, which made her the 'better' woman.
SCORE!:sarcasm:

Took me years to get over this 'betrayal'...even though their marriage turned out to be majorly dysfunctional and both of them grew up into very unpleasant people...yeah, I got lucky.

Next 'Cheat'...another piece of work.
Guy was a sex machine, which suited me fine at the time. :evilgrin:
I had another girlfriend, (notice past tense here) who...well...let's just say her worldview was a bit egocentric. It was OK if she wanted it...but if anyone else tried the same thing, gods help them. She decided that she wanted a piece of 'John'. He, being unable to keep his yap shut about anything bragged told me that she wanted him, and that he'd be staying at her place when was visiting the town she lived in and that there wasn't anything I could do about it.
Me, having been reading Heinlein, saw the way this was going to go and said "OK, go ahead. You guys have fun...just don't catch anything." (Yeah, it hurt, but what else could I do?)
For some reason that I never quite understood, that went over like a lead balloon. :nuke:
Best I can figure it, how DARE I not play the Rejected Woman? :shrug:
He did get me though later on...he'd always been kinda iffy about his sexuality...and I found out later (from a third party) after we'd broken up that he'd changed his luck and hadn't told me about it...and was still having sex with me on occasion when he was in town.
THAT scared me. Got tested for all kinds of stuff...including HIV...immediately. No, not because GAY=HIV, (not my belief, so put the flamethrowers down, people) but because he lied to me about sleeping with ANYONE, let alone everyone.
Test came back negative.

Round Three. Fiance was eleven years younger, but he fell head over heels in love at first sight with another woman. Saw that right away, and frankly was relieved, cause by then I knew it wasn't going to work and was looking for some graceful way out of this. Let him go with my blessing; we're still friends.

Annnnnd....Jason. :eyes: He found a picture of pretty blond tits on the internet. Decided that he 'deserved' a beautiful woman that he could fall in love with.
I'm not beautiful. Wrapping ain't Victoria's Secret by any means...but the contents are pure Craftsman.
Jason didn't care, he wanted Hot Arm Candy. Dumped me after nearly six years with no warning- told me "We never had a commitment. I just let you think that so your feelings wouldn't be hurt."
Pretty Blond Tits turned out to be an internet scammer...so he turned around and found another pair of Pretty Blond Tits on the 'net...this one in Nigeria. Some people have a very flat learning curve...:dunce:

I've never married, never had kids. Think I've been rather lucky, all things considered.