My first love...

Reflection is a wonderful thing, it SCREAMS ‘I told you so’ and you would (if you could) punch it in the face for being so smug.

This week is my last week of being in my twenties (and I’ll remind you of this every day) so I’ve decided to look back on boyfriends passed and re-live the tears and heartache so many have brought.

Let’s start at the beginning, seems as good a place as any.

I was 15 when I got my first boyfriend; he was lovely and resembled Jack from Home & Away. Not the current Jack from Home & Away but the one from the nineties that lived with Pippa; he was the one with the black floppy hair. Anyway, he was two years older than me and had already left school when we started dating, I was in my final year and he had a job as an apprentice which meant he was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G ‘cos he had money and a car WOW! He was a real sweetie, a genuinely lovely guy but at 15 I wasn’t really interested in nice, so I bossed him around and took miles when I was given inches and all round bullied him into submission, poor guy.

Of course I didn’t deliberately treat him badly, nor did I set out to ever be mean to him. I was unfortunately a very spoilt teenager and always got my own way, I knew no other way of dealing with people. I blame my parent’s lol!

Sadly, I was unkind to poor ‘Jack’ and fell in love with another; I fell in love with the Paper Boy. The paper boy was my first love, there’s no other way of describing how I felt about him. I looked forward every day to the evening paper being delivered. Ahhh those butterflies every day when I realised the time, ran upstairs and hid in my bedroom with the lights off spying at him through the window. Hahahaha what a stupid arse!

Saturday’s he used to come to collect his money so every Saturday I would be looking my absolute best in preparation to answer the door and give him an eyeful, even at 15 I had an impressive rack, he loved it and so did I. Sadly, one person who wasn’t up for the Paper Boy/Missy love-story was my Dad. He had threatened on several occasions to ‘Nail my bloody feet to the floor’ if these young boys didn’t stop sniffing round his daughter and I would never leave the house again. My Dad in his wisdom set up a Direct Debit (they were just being introduced then) for the Evening Post so Paper Boy had no reason to come knocking. Oh Dad!

As the story goes, Paper-Boy & I hooked up in our local nightclub one boozy Saturday night. Boozy at 15 of course was one, maybe two vodka & orange’s and that was all the pocket money would stretch to once you’d paid your door entry & put your coat in the cloakroom. Much has changed in the 15years passed; I now have a liver of steel and can drink (almost) any guy under the table. I am proud, very proud of my talent and stamina for a boozy weekend and the ability to avoid a hangover the next day.

I digress; Paper-Boy & I hooked up and after that were inseparable. Sadly, he had a girlfriend and I had a boyfriend; we were a forbidden love! LMAO this is making me chuckle. Everything was such a big deal at 15; I was absolutely crackers about him & couldn’t ever imagine life without him. Silly Missy!

We saw each other secretly for months, I was smitten. We would sneak around to each other’s houses and lie to our parents about where we were & who we were with.  Goodness knows how we thought it was a secret, our phone bills must have been humungous the amount of time we spent talking to each other. Even when I went out to phone him from the phone box (ahhh yes kids, there were no mobiles back then) I would use my BT Calling card my Dad gave me for emergencies and charge the call back to our house phone lolololol what an idiot!

Eventually we went public, I had broken up with Jack & PB had broken up with his girlfriend & I was free to tell everyone how in love with him I was. He had also by then passed his driving test & was now the very proud owner of a blue Vauxhall Nova. OMIGOD remember those? WOW!

I remember that this car was his pride & joy, so much so he invested in a talking alarm for it. If you got too close it would speak up saying ‘Please step away from the car’, this amused us no end and of course the boys would constantly wind PB up by setting the bloody thing off. Ahhh the fun we had!

We had the freedom of the open road & by God did we miss every opportunity to get some privacy. I don’t think we once left the town, not even as far as Mumbles for a Joe’s Ice Cream. Instead, we used to cruise around town wasting petrol and talking about Music & Cars. I was pretty clued up about cars back then; I had plenty of time to read car magazines while PB was mixing it up on his decks being cool. I was a massive tom boy, I had no clue how apparently attractive this made me to the boys, I looked hot but I knew a lot about cars & motorbikes, I could burp the alphabet & I wasn’t afraid to fart in public. Conversation would never dry up with me around!

Clearly the burping & farting, no matter how cool it made me I just wasn’t cool enough and as it transpired Paper Boy’s girlfriend was back on the scene and now it was all out war to win my man.         I didn’t win!

He chose the heavily make-upped ‘K’ and I went off to lick my wounds and break my heart. I genuinely did break my heart over him. My Mam went into consolation overdrive when I refused to leave my bedroom let alone step foot outside the house. I cried solidly for days, wouldn’t eat anything not even the copious amounts of chocolate and ice cream my Mammy kept trying to force feed me.

It took ages to mend my broken heart; after that I dated a complete fool for years. And so history has repeated itself time and time again. One idiot after anther!

I’m not calling PB an idiot, how could I? He was my first love and to this day I still have a little soft spot for him. I also know he’s reading this so I don’t want to say anything bad and upset him. We remain friends to this day and although I rarely see him his friendship is one I will always treasure.

Thanks for the memories dude, good times x