first-love friday.

11 Feb

Today I’m going to tell you a story. It’s a love story (baby just say yes…), of sorts. It’s about my first love, I suppose, as trite and overused as that sounds.

But really, the way I met my first boyfriend is straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel, and this fact amuses me, and I rather like to share it, because how many people can say they fell in love with someone they met at the SAT? (Yes, you read that right…). This story is a series of uncanny coincidences, some of them minor, so if you’re wondering at the level of detail I sometimes include, that’s why… So here goes.


It all began on a crisp November morning my senior year of high school. I wanted nothing more than to hit the snooze button another few times, but unfortunately I had a standardized test to get to. The infamous SAT. I rolled out of bed, put on the biggest sweatshirt I could find, paired with an ugly but extremely comfortable old skirt, and trudged out the door looking like I’d been dragged off the street.

I distinctly remember sitting in the car once we’d arrived at the school (not my school… Another random school in the area, because I’d signed up too late) and having my mom tell me to at least brush my hair, and maybe put some make up on. “I mean, I don’t care, mom! Who am I going to meet at the SAT?” I remarked, though I did put on my eyeliner shortly after (ah, insecurity!)

I ran into a school friend who was assigned to the same classroom as me, and by the time we had checked in with the proctor there was only one pair of seats available together. So I sat next to some boy, and pulled out my pencils. I heard him commenting to a friend of his about how his birthday had been a few weeks before, and I casually asked when it was. Incidentally, it was October 19th. Incidentally, that’s my birthday too.

Between the tests we talked briefly, found out we lived within about 5 minutes of each other, though I went to a kind of faraway private school while he was at the local public school. At the end when we were waiting for the proctor to let us out he drew a picture of a hot air balloon with SAT written on it ascending into clouds labeled “College”. I laughed a little. As I was waiting by the curb for my mom he finally approached me and introduced himself, then said he had to go to Improv. I figured that was the last I’d see of him, but I told a few friends about the incident over the next few days and felt bad for not pursuing the opportunity.

Fast forward a week and a half. I was dealing with some nasty stress fractures, and had finally seen the foot-doctor who ordered an MRI. Ordinarily I’d have had to schedule for a week out, but someone canceled and I got a 10 AM appointment for the next day. Afterwards, I intended to go to the public library and crank out some college essays (or die trying!). So I tried the closest library in the King County system. Closed for renovations. The next city over. Closed for renovations. And the next one. Finally I gave up and got only a *little* lost in my home city of Woodinville, and finally settled in at the main Starbucks in town.

I was poring over multivariable calculus (cute, I know) when he walked in through the door.

He sat down with me and we talked for over an hour… After which he gave me his full name so I could find him on Facebook. As it turned out he was really good friends with one of my best friends; they’d been counselors together at camp. And we had a lot of very random mutual acquaintances.

My friend warned me that he was kind of a womanizer… Not in a really rude or demeaning way, just didn’t really get tied down. At the time I told her I wasn’t interested in him like that anyways!

Confession time…

Oh, and another amusing anecdote (and you need to know that his name is Zach): at the time I had a cardboard Zac Efron in my room (it was a gift, okay?!) and my friend and I were exchanging wall posts making snide comments about the 2-dimensionality of poor Zac, and how he was “shallow” and could “never repay my feelings”. Poor ZacH read only her side of the story and texted me, “Your friend is wrong!” And of course I had to awkwardly explain that we were not, in fact, talking about him… He was mortified, but I of course found it endearing.

A few weeks later I asked him to my date dance, and it was honestly the best dance I’ve ever been to. He was funny, he was cute, it was infinitely less awkward than I expected… And just generally went well. A few weeks later he asked me out, and we dated for a few months. There are probably lots of other little minor anecdotes (we shared an affinity for Wall-E, and that was “our movie”; we used to play “the question game”; I don’t know, lots of little things!) but I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that I was very happy.

I don’t really want to bog this down with the breakup either. A lot of it would be me psychoanalyzing his attachment issues. I will say that I was absolutely heartbroken; I get extremely attached to anyone and everyone around me. And for more than a year I harbored hopes that we’d get back together, or something. It took me at least a year to really get over him.

Now, we’re still friends. We still hang out when I’m at home. Things are a little more stilted than they used to be but I genuinely care about him and want the best for him, though I’m not really interested in a relationship. It was definitely a valuable relationship in terms of learning about myself and my relationship style, as well as having made some good memories. In general, it’s bittersweet. But then, life usually is.

And now, since I’ve already written a novel, I will shut up. Also, apologies for the lack of pictures… I’m not *that* keen on plastering my personal life all over the ‘net ;)

Tell me about your first love! Or A first love. Or any love story you’d care to share. :)


15 Responses to “first-love friday.”

  1. carlee February 11, 2011 at 7:45 pm #

    I think we’ve all read my love stories, but if you go back to the page, it waas NATE. I loved him and still do. I’ve excpepted that we might now be together in the end or ever again and i KNOW God has someone very special out there for me, but some days I have a glmipse of hope that it might be him. Of course I only want it to be that way if he is the one God wants me to be with, Right now I am thinking hes not though.

    Your love story is cute! and SO unexpected! Glad you were able to put your feelings aside. I am the same way I get sooo attatched. I don’t like many guys but when I crush…I crush HARDDD ;) and for a LONG time!

    • Nicole @ Of Cookies & Carrots February 11, 2011 at 7:48 pm #

      i would say I still love him in the way I love my friends, but I’m no longer IN love with him. I won’t necessarily say that it won’t ever happen again, but with the time that’s elapsed I’ve gotten over depending on that hope, you know? It takes some time though, and for me it usually takes finding someone else…

      But I still appreciate the story’s cuteness, y’know? ;)
      we’re very similar ;) <3

  2. This Italian Family February 11, 2011 at 7:58 pm #

    Oh girl, thanks for sharing your heart a little here. It can be hard to relive sad memories, but at least you have some good memories from this too!

    My first love was my only one. It was classic: boy meets girl. Girl isn’t interested. Boy pursues girl. Girl gives in. Boy sweeps girl off her feet. Both fall madly in love. 4 years later boy and girl get married and live happily ever after. Well, it’s only been 2.5 years of “ever after”, but I figure it’s a good start.

  3. Mandi February 11, 2011 at 9:02 pm #

    Your love story is adorable, and I’m really sorry it ended the way it did. Thank you so much for sharing it though, I know sometimes revisiting past memories is tough.
    My love story is a pretty long one, starting out with me turning down my (now) boyfriend at first while being head over heels for someone else, who felt the same way about me. I won’t get to into it (or else I’ll end up writing a novel) but everything turned out well, and I’ve never been happier. :)

  4. whatkateiscooking February 11, 2011 at 9:35 pm #

    Aw, that’s so cute! Sorry it didn’t end well :( I haven’t been in love yet. Of course, when I was 16 I thought I was, but it wasn’t serious :)

  5. movesnmunchies February 12, 2011 at 3:23 am #

    what a wonderful story— sorry the ending wasn’t exactly as planned.. but hey things will all work out in the future! ihave never been in love…. i just have to wait!

  6. Alexandra (Veggin' Out in the Kitchen) February 12, 2011 at 7:10 am #

    Thanks for sharing your story – I just wish it had ended a little better!

    Haha – my first love was a pony at a horse camp I went to when I was about 8. He was a little POA and was definitely the cutest pony there ;)

  7. thefitacademic February 12, 2011 at 8:07 am #

    awww! I don’t have anything so remarkable with my first “love.” Although my husband & I had a tone of random coincidences/run-ins/mutual friends we didn’t know about when we first started dating. Funny how life works sometimes

  8. Emily February 12, 2011 at 10:50 am #

    The little interweavings of fate always amaze me in bringing people together.

    I love this story! :)

  9. Ayla February 12, 2011 at 3:52 pm #

    I loved this! :)

    I’ve only ever had one love and our “relationship” was.. different. The moment I laid eyes on him I absolutely knew that something would happen between us. And it did. For a year. One long, painful, messy year. I actually just broke things off this past September and while I do care about him, any time we get together it’s a disaster.

  10. Sophia @ Raven Waves February 12, 2011 at 5:04 pm #

    I love stories like this, and you’re a phenomenal writer!! I’d love to read more stories from your life like this!!

  11. hippierunner February 12, 2011 at 5:41 pm #

    Lovely writing! This was really fun to read.

  12. Jess February 12, 2011 at 6:18 pm #

    that is a really cute story and you wrote it really well! sorry that it ended, but it sounds like you have a great perspective and it is great you are friends in some way.

  13. perfectionisnthappy February 13, 2011 at 9:16 am #

    Thanks for sharing your story! My first love is my current boyfriend…we met on a blind date (set up by mutual friends)! I understand the whole “it took me a year to get over him thing” though. I dated a guy who had commitment issues and it took me a long time to realize that shouldn’t blame myself for the break-up. Even though I secretly hoped we would get back together, I realize now that it wouldn’t have been healthy, and I never would have met my current boyfriend!!


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