Time-Travel Thursday: My first girlfriend
This week, on my epic travel through time — or, as the case may be, LiveJournal — I’ve tried to piece together a few fragments of my first relationship.
I was young (well, eighteen is youngish, right?) OK, fine, not young… but sexually immature and unawakened!
As with most girls that later became my girlfriend, she hit on me. As I’ve alluded to in the past, I’m not all that confident when it comes to actually making a girl mine. I’m good with the banter, the outrageous flirtation and the extended, torturous eye-contact. And then… I clam up; sweaty, shaky, nervous.
We’re walking out of the pub, or club, or cinema, or friend’s house. We’re outside: if she turns one way, she’s coming back to my place; if she goes the other… I go home alone, again. She stops and looks up at me. I stop and look down at her.
‘So…’ There’s a certain amount of nervous shuffling. She looks into my eyes, and then down at the ground. Shuffle, shuffle.
‘See you around?’ I stupidly walk away, alone.
That same scene has been repeated throughout school, college and even university. To this day, every girl I’ve dated has ‘made the first move’. I just don’t have the balls. Anyway… (contemplative pause)
I’m feeling all squishy and exposed. I better get on with the actual purpose of this post: my first girlfriend.
The following is an entry from her journal.
Sunday, Sunday… — August 11th, 2003
Was far too sleepy to write last night! Had a busy day *grins*
I was supposed to go to a garden party, but it finished earlier than expected so I didn’t go in the end. But, instead, I went round a “friend’s” *glances at Seb*!
Watched some of the earliest series of Malcolm in the Middle and then I managed to drag him into the pool at about 9.30, it was freezing but soooo worth it, it was very…. exhilarating!
I had a really goooood night, was lots of fun!
Anyway… back to today… Monday!
And now, the entry I made on the same day, about an hour later:
*rubs eyes* — August 11th, 2003
So very, very tired.
But what a night.
TV-watching, canoodling, late-night swimming pool romps, a bit more canoodling.
I must say, I’m quite enjoying this.
I don’t think I’d be able to wake up at 7:30am, not after tonight…
Time for some music, chatter and maybe a TV episode or two…
That was a fantastic night.
A little analysis/back story: Malcolm in the Middle! I obviously noticed very early on that comedy was the best way to a woman’s heart. I am also eternally grateful that I have a heated swimming pool — without it, I might never have ‘got the girl’. If I hadn’t got the girl… well, I think my life at university would’ve been very different indeed. It was this first little success that fuelled my future relationships. In fact, it was buoyed up from the confidence of this relationship that, when the next girl invited me back to her place, I accepted. That was the girl that turned out to be a lesbian.
The first girl dumped me for a guy with a car and who shared her love of anime (which is, incidentally, why I hate anime — now you know!)
Next week, on Time-Travel Thursday… before the first girlfriend — my first, adult crush.
Related posts:
- Time-Travel Thursday: After the first crush but before my first long-term girlfriend
- Time-Travel Thursday: My first adult crush
- Time-Travel Thursday: Seemingly, I once loved cheese a little too much
Awwww… you were ever more of a geek back then!
I’m only forward once I’ve had a drink or two, otherwise I’m all about the eyes as well…but that seems to work for me quite well!
April 9th, 2009 at 7:35 amIf the guy gets the hint, and has more than an ounce of bravery… I’m sure it works just fine, Pink
April 9th, 2009 at 10:22 amIts always the guys who made moves on me first, wonder why.. I’m not shy or anything though. Well, I actually am but not at the point I’m unable to talk or anything..ah my first boyfriend, where are you now..
April 9th, 2009 at 11:10 amHow old were you then?
It’s a shame that guys are meant to make the first move — but hey, centuries of men being the dominant race, with girls being the cute things in dresses… no wonder girls wait for guys to make the first move.
I can’t wait for more girls to ask me out… it would make things easier for my little ego!
April 9th, 2009 at 11:21 amlittle ego? really?
April 9th, 2009 at 11:36 amDid you actually read the bit about me and girls and uselessness? If you’re going to be mean, at least make sure you’ve read everything first!
April 9th, 2009 at 11:53 amSo you can tease me all the time and I can’t tease you back? *tut*
uselessness doesn’t mean you have a little ego… means you’re scared to fail ;0)
April 9th, 2009 at 12:11 pmp.s. can you get a clicky box ‘follow comments’ or something? Pleeeeeeeeeeeease
April 9th, 2009 at 12:13 pm*pokes the squishy*
I’ve grown out of most anime, but really, Cowboy Bebop is fucking amazing.
April 9th, 2009 at 12:25 pmWow, I had no idea you couldn’t subscribe to comments… I hate that on other blogs. Oops. I’m almost as embarrassed as I am around girls…
And yes, I am scared to fail.
April 9th, 2009 at 12:28 pmGerrof, Eric!
Just because I’ve exposed ONE weakness doesn’t mean I’m not still a butch, beard-wielding bear of a man!
I watched Spirited Away, and that one that my cousin did the screenplay for.
And I admit, I watched Death Note, because my cousin made me.
April 9th, 2009 at 12:29 pmHaha I know the feeling – I’m all about the chase. I can flirt forever, but when it comes down to actually doing something about it I second guess myself and do nothing. Probably (hopefully?) why I’ve had so few relationships.
Cute story. The swimming is definitely a good tactic. Not sure about Malcolm in the Middle though.
April 9th, 2009 at 12:50 pmI guess that means we can never be together… Unless there’s an apocalypse, or something.
Malcolm in the Middle, season 1 (and 2!) were hilarious! I dare you to prove otherwise.
April 9th, 2009 at 1:09 pmSad. Maybe we can just be “friend”s (as your girlfriend put it).
I dunno, Malcolm in the Middle just never really did it for me. But I supposed it’s POSSIBLE that my memory is clouded by all the horrible later seasons.
April 9th, 2009 at 1:34 pmI have never been able to make the first move either, I guess we would both be screwed then if we ever hit on each other
April 9th, 2009 at 1:47 pmThat’s OK, because… as you said, the distance between us makes Wonderboy a better boyfriend than I could ever be…
April 9th, 2009 at 1:50 pmI don’t really have a comment for this post, I just want to say Thank you, Pink, for getting Seb to put in the little clicky box for followup comments. I had been wondering what he had against us all following the comment conversation.
OK, while I’m here… However useless you think you are when it comes to pursuing the opposite sex, I can say with great confidence that I am far worse.
April 9th, 2009 at 3:29 pmahhh “I clam up; sweaty, shaky, nervous” – I don’t know why but this made me want to hug you and tell you that it’s all going to be okay…maybe cause I can relate to that?
April 9th, 2009 at 3:35 pmYou know, I am starting to see a correlation between geeks and being unable to ask a girl/boy out… or at least make their intentions known…
I wonder if, forsaking the other sex, we sought refuge in the warm, womb-like glow of the computer screen?
Non-geeks need to get their act together and ask us out!
April 9th, 2009 at 4:10 pmWhat if geek girl likes geek guy and neither can make the move?!
April 9th, 2009 at 6:43 pmI’m working on a ‘geek dating service’. Probably some kind of proxy service that sends letters to both geeks, with a mutually-agreeable meet-up location/time.
You know, like those cheesy romantic films where a friend sets up two people…
April 9th, 2009 at 6:49 pmStand up straight, shoulders back… don’t be scared – - YOU CAN DO THIS!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSpJQlBJCzA
You see how I’m helping? Instead of being all jealous-y…. Yah, I’m not jealous…
Nope. Not at all
April 9th, 2009 at 8:31 pmThat’s so like me and my cousin at a LAN party… But we do get a little homoerotic.
Are you jealous of the girl, or of Albert?
April 9th, 2009 at 8:33 pmNo, no, no!
I am jealous of the girl I am helping you yo hit on!
I mean, Crap, I forgot! I’m not jealous! Yes, that was it!
Ugh — DOOM!
April 9th, 2009 at 8:38 pmI’m not hitting on any girls!
But I am a very good kisser, don’t worry!
April 9th, 2009 at 8:39 pmLIAR!!!
Wait… that explains why you haven’t been hitting on me!
April 9th, 2009 at 8:44 pmi love anime.
we can never be friends.
April 9th, 2009 at 9:36 pmI never make my intentions known. Well. Except once. Which was, by the way, the only time I have ever experienced rejection.
The moral of this very short story?
Never make the first move. Merely manipulate your way into getting the other person to make the first move.
April 10th, 2009 at 2:42 pmErgh.
I hate you.
April 10th, 2009 at 2:43 pmWow, from love to hate in about… 24 hours! I am flattered that you could feel so emotionally passionate about me in such a short time span!
We can be friends, Floreta. I have lots of friends that like anime; I just don’t let them get too close…
April 10th, 2009 at 3:04 pmWell no I just forgot to tick the stupid little box the first time so had ot leave another comment. Which annoyed me.
Also, am half-spanish so can get very passionate about nothing in particular.
April 10th, 2009 at 3:11 pmIt sounds almost like… that’s an excuse to be passionate…
I hate you too <3
April 10th, 2009 at 4:09 pm2003…
It’s odd things like that which remind me how young you are! Blimey.
April 13th, 2009 at 4:49 pmIn my defence, I’m almost 25… in under a month! Eep.
I am quite young I think… though I need to get on with things, before I hit 30…
April 13th, 2009 at 9:13 pm