The First

Well we're into the final weeks of my pregnancy and I've often thought of what I would write about next. I could continue into the "single mom of 2 and dating" phase but at the same time, what would set me apart from the others? Single mom of 2, trying to deal with school and work?...I think they made a show about that on MTV.

Maybe I'll become a food blogger, after my terrible review on a restaurant that just opened in my town. Maybe I'll be a coupon queen again (oh yes, extreme couponing was my hobby) or maybe I'll use this as my rant about life page. Who knows.

So this morning, I woke up and did the same thing I always do - check my phone. I would like to tell you it's for time purposes and 50% of the time it is, but I saw my little envelope icon lit. I opened it up and realized I had a new message from the dating site.

Que the "oh what now" response. Usually it's "your matches are now available!" or "Somebody sent you a wink!" or something of that nature. This time, it was "someone sent you a message".

Normally, the first thing I do is check out and read a profile first, if they have a picture - even better. I quickly press the link and to my surprise I know this person......he was my first boyfriend.

It was grade 10 and I was the humble age of 15. At this point of time in my life I was working for the local library and desperate for any boys attention. I won't even show you a pic but let me tell you, I wasn't the hottest girl in the grade and decided any boy would do. I was also apart of a local German folk dancing group (which by the way, I miss a lot. Yes we looked ridiculous in our costumes but hey, it was a great work out) and so was "Mark".

Mark went to the same highschool I did but was significantly older than I. I believe he was in grade 12 and for me to snatch up a senior as a first boyfriend was a plus one in my books. We'd hold hands through the halls, however school was about to end that year and summer was upon us. I pictured our summer was going to be another Grease movie in the works.

I didn't care about his looks, the fact that he liked me was gold enough. At one point I remember I went to his house, we were sitting on the couch and because of his extremely thin nature, it was uncomfortable to lean into him. That same day I also received my first kiss and because unfortunately he needed braces and never got them, the dreaded teeth bash happened. I'm painting a wonderful picture of him aren't I?

Him and his family went camping and because this was before caller ID, any time the phone would ring my family and I would answer and 9 times out of 10 it was him. However, at one point, I refused to answer the phone because well...we just talked 5 minutes prior. This happened the entire week...he'd call about once an hour saying how much he missed me and I believe towards the end, I unplugged the phone. This maddness had to end.

I can't really recall how I broke up with Mark but I believe it was still while he was on vacation. Our relationship lasted a whole 2 weeks and things became really awkward during dance - almost hostile. His sister and I got into my first and only fight at the highschool almost 6 months later about it.

Anyways back to today, whether or not he remembered who I was I'm not sure, he never said my name. After all that was 12 years ago (Oh my God I feel old). I did respond to his message with "well if it isn't my first boyfriend, how are you Mark" and we made small chat. I asked what he was doing with his life now a days and he responded that he was working in tool and dye and he asked how I was and if I had kids now. (Way to make it known that you didn't read my profile for I do state that I have kids). I told him the truth, I had a 3 year old and one in the oven. He responded with "that's cool" and that was the end of our conversation.

There's a study out there that states 60 - 80% of couples marry their highschool sweetheart. I had many boyfriends throughout highschool but Mark was definitely not considered my sweetheart. I don't plan on rekindling anything and am kinda relieved he ended the conversation how he did. I wish Mark all the luck in the world but he will still always be in my heart as my first boyfriend....and the first one to experience the crazy that is me.