sweetliberty
Northwest, Arkansas USA
Posted: Jan 29, 2008, 11:07 PM CST
My first love was boy named Cliff. We met sort of indirectly. I lived in a small town where the American Legion had a Saturday night dance every week for the kids. I went one night with my friend, Marcia. She met a boy there that she liked. She would always come to my house after school, and he would call her every afternoon while she was there. One day when they were talking, he put his friend, Cliff, on the phone and Marcia got me to talk to him. We really liked talking to each other, and Cliff started calling me every night. We lived in different towns and we didn't have cars (I was 15; he was 14), so it was quite some time before we actually met face to face. When we did, it was always with Marcia and Jack. We'd all hang out in Cliff's room, kissing and necking. That was about the extent of our dates. The relaionship was primarily by phone. It ended when my mom remarried and we moved to Colorado when her husband was stationed there in the Air Force. It was very difficult. You'd think, having been primarily a phone relationship, that it wold've been easy to get over, but it wasn't. I don't know where he is now, but I'm guessing North Carolina. That's where he was from originally and had moved back last I heard, but that was a long time ago.