Oh my. My first love. That’s a tough one. I mean, I really thought I was in love with Joey Ciarletti in third grade. But then he told everyone I had cooties and that was the end of that. Then I thought I was in love with Brendan Gallagher in sixth grade. He threw me aside for Pauline Conway. Bastard. Then there was Bryan Kennedy… in high school. That didn’t last. It went the way of a lot of high school romances, fizzled out and died. Then of course, there was Pete Ratajczyk. But he had a crappy girlfriend, drank too much, and for all our personal chemistry, we had NO sexual chemistry whatsoever (as discussed in this post). So I guess, really, my first real love is my current love, JP. Took us ten years to hook up, but we’re here now!
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