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The first time I realized I was in love was when I met this one chick at the swimming pool when I was 14. I know. Young to be saying "in love". But I still dream about her, 11 years later. Despite myself
She worked at the local swimming pool, teaching 3-5 year olds how to swim. My dad had gotten me the job when I was 14. So, I started teaching there. I don't know exactly when, but there was this point when I was fucking around in the shallow end, on our break. We got 15 minute breaks every hour.
And I was with a male coworker my age, talking. She was fixing to dive off the side, into the 5FT part of the pool, like 25 feet away. We had to swim 500 meters per week, so she was doing that. The guy was talking about how ugly she was, because she had self-harm scars on her legs and arms. But I was instantly hypnotized, at that moment. Hypnotism is the best term I could use, I think. I stood silent under his reproaches, as she dived into the pool. All I could do was stare. She wasn't the most attractive chick at the pool. There were several waay hotter. She was more pretty. Average, I might say. But absolutely stunning, to me. She just caught me for some reason. I think that moment was when I knew I was "in love". No matter what girlfriend I got in the proceeding years, I always thought about her. She was always interested in other, bigger guys, though
I still think about her with fondness and experience pain in not being able to see her; and look to the past with a yearning for a different outcome. Significantly less than a few years ago, however. Still have pics she gave me; threw all other girls' pics away. She ended up getting married to a cop and having a baby boy when I was 18. She came over my house, ended up doing things b4 her marriage. As for "doing things", she knew I was always into her--even when I went through 5 or 6 gfs while I knew her. I did ask her out a couple times, but she always said I was a important friend. But I have no idea why she decided to do that. No idea. Confused the hell out of me. Still does. But I was the most nervous I had ever been in my life. I think that's also how I knew I was in love
I ended up dating her friend who was also a year older. We dated for a year and a half or so. I knew I was something like in love with her when we spent some time together at the pool; I gave her a piggyback ride around the building while we were smoking cigarettes. But it was nothing like the other girl. I still loved her very much, too, though1