In an effort to maintain the mood or essense of love we created in our lives last week, I would like to open the comments section or to get linkbacks to the memories of our first loves. I'll post mine in an update later.
I call on my cyber friends and family to help inspire me to be hopeful about love again by kindling that little spark of love in all of us through the sharing of our stories.
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It wasn't until I was in love with Julie that I realized what love is. The other times were just me being lonely or horny.
What I need most in a partner is Strength. Not physical, although being healty is a good thing. But I pushed Julie in a wheelchair quite a bit and it didn't detract from my love for her. My partner needs to be strong so that I can rely on her, so she will make good, wholesome, moral choices, and be able to stick with them. It's a little thing like saying she would be home at 6, then having the strength to tell her boss / partner / co-worker "no, I have to be home by 6".
After that comes Common Sense, Well Grounded, or Earthy. They all mean the same to me, which is that my partner is capable of dealing with life and all the crap it throws at you. I'm not talking about the tragedy stuff. I'm talking about the daily stuff. It's the "I'm stuck in traffic and gonna be late" stuff. I know people who freak out at that, I don't like it.
The final of the top three (which are really all equal) is Respect. Respect for Self, Respect for Others, Respect for All. Respect for Self is taking care of one's self, doing the things that need to be done like eating and sleeping, and not getting hooked on drugs or alchohol. I don't mind if someone else does it, but I can't have a partner who is an addict. And addiction is different than casual usage. That includes smoking, btw. Respect for Others is very subjective. It ties in with Strength. There is a balance. A person who deserves respect should get it. A person who is being a jerk shouldn't get it. Respect for All is not about people. It's about everything else in life that can and should be respected. But again, with a balance. My references here are respecting your pets, your house, car, clothes, etc. And other people's objects too. And collective things like The Environment and Society as well. I'm not an Environmentalist, nor an Activist. Sometimes I recycle, sometimes I don't. But I need a partner who is aware that when you borrow something, you take care of it. That's respect, even if you don't know the owner.
At this point, I think I've written quite a bit.
And I'm sure I'll get comments that I should put this on my blog. But I won't. This sharing is for you, Michele. Here, at this place. I hope it helps.
Today, in my life, one thing that helped me immensely was to spend a few days with truly wonderful people. It has restored my belief that there are good people out there. I'm amonst people right now that aren't so good. Our weekend together has re-energized my faith that I can have a life surrounded by good people. So I am going to go back to working on that.
Posted by: _Jon at February 20, 2005 01:59 PM (RZ4Hy)
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My first love was actually right after my divorce. I didn't love my husband, and it was mutual. Long bad story.
But I met a man when I moved to Florida. We had talked a few times, emailed and finally realized we were falling in love.
It started out as a physical attraction. He was the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. And his smile, his smile made me melt. His voice - scottish accent that could soothe and excite at the same time. A gentleness of nature. His touch was caring - gentle yet firm. When he looked at you - he saw YOU. His wit...damn he was so funny. Yet so smart... taught me so very much. Even when we disagreed it was good. We respected each other, we learned from each other.
Our time together was magic. He was the first ever to tell me I was beautiful. The first time we kissed he told me he had never felt so loved.
But it moved so quickly. And suddenly it was over. Looking back - we were both in a healing period. We were both craving affection. We both needed to be needed.
He's since married and had a daughter. I hear he misses me. I miss him too....but our friendship is not to be. The attraction is too strong. The desire, even now, to much. No - it's a memory of what can be. It was an oasis in a storm. It was first love.
The impact that experience had is huge. I don't compare anyone to him, that's just wrong. And he wasn't perfect, I'm too much of a realist to believe that. But...it's set the standard. He was the first to show me that a relationship like my parents' was possible. It was the first time I realized that I can have it all. Everything I want, everything I desire. It's possible. It's probable. I'll wait.
Posted by: Tammi at February 20, 2005 02:18 PM (HaRi0)
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My first and only love is the man I married.
I didn't really understand what love was until he walked into my life and I immediatly recognized it for what it is.
His love has helped me to become the person I should have always been but wasn't given the chance to until he came along.
Posted by: Machelle at February 21, 2005 09:26 AM (ZAyoW)
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Well written and so true, Michele.
I love that you have inspired so many to share their stories.
Posted by: Christina at February 21, 2005 05:24 PM (zJsUT)
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Michele, I'm going to get to you on this. I'm not quite in the state to be getting this serious. At least not without screwing things up. Watch for my post in a couple of days.
Drunk Guy out.
Posted by: That 1 Guy at February 21, 2005 10:44 PM (/OVAP)
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I'm going to have to work on this one. When I think about it, it seems like it'd be complicated to explain, but it feels like it should be so simple.
Give me some time.
Posted by: Harvey at February 22, 2005 11:27 AM (tJfh1)
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My first love... hrm.... That would have to be Sharon in my Freshman year at college. I fell in love with her pretty deeply, and I thought she felt the same way. Unfortunatly, she just stopped showing up for dates. We would make plans, and she wouldn't meet me, and then pretend we hadn't made a date or that I had gone to the wrong place. Now, back then I had an amazing amount of patience, so I just kept making dates with her. I'm sure there was a large amount of desperate love on my part in there too, not to mention stupidity. After the 10th broken date in a row, I just stopped asking her out. She never contacted me. I ran into her a couple of years later, and, being who I am, was very nice and friendly with her. Before leaving for her class, she gave me her email and told me that we should "get together again sometime." I'm still a very patient man, but not when it comes to that anymore. Still looking for another love to share my life.... Still hopeful, too, heh.
Posted by: MikeTheLibrarian at February 23, 2005 10:39 PM (3KwP7)
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Finished.
Check the trackbacks.
Posted by: Harvey at February 24, 2005 01:34 AM (ubhj8)
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