Day 2 My First Love

Ahhhh.  My first love.

I’m about to be REAL honest here.

His name was Ric.

Ric and I met in junior high.  He was my “secret admirer” for half of my 8th grade year.   He practically stalked my friends for half of the school year before he got up the nerve to talk to me.

At 14/15, he was……not handsome.

At all.

What comes to mind is that Notorious B.I.G. line from One More Chance..

heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
however, I stay Gucci down to the socks
rings and watch filled with rocks

He wasn’t attractive at all.  But he had charisma.  Presence.

He had “it”. 

And the Gucci.

Anyway, after he finally got up the nerve to actually talk to me, I found that he was great.  A wonderful person to talk to.  A great friend.  A really sweet guy who would give you the Polo shirt off of his back.  A guy who gave me all the affection that I ever even thought I wanted.  I was his 14 year old queen.

Anyway, we lasted the rest of that year, and broke up.  But we kept in touch.  He would call, we would talk and then that was that. 

Until the summer before 12th grade.

I had been going out with his best friend ironically.  But hadn’t seen Ric in a while.  But when I did, it was like something clicked.

It was just there.

He grew into his looks.  And that charisma was now HUGE.

He was confident.

He was 6’4, with chocolate dipped muscles.

He was a star football player.

He had a corvette.

And even better clothes, Louis Vuitton, and jewlery. 

 And money……

To say I was drawn to him is an understatement.  It was more like I was compelled to be with him.  I had no choice.  His best friend Tony would have been a safer, more sane bet.  But like I said, I was drawn.

I had to have him. 

He. Made. Me. Moist.

Ummmmmmhmmmmmmmm

To make a long story short, this is the boy/man I ended up giving my virginity to . 

I don’t regret it, because it is what it is. 

But sometimes, I wish I had waited.

Because by this time, Ric had discovered his own charisma.  He KNEW he had it.

And my sweet guy was gone.  I spent my senior year constantly searching for attention from him.  And in heat.  Yeah I said it. 

IN HEAT.

Young, dumb and full of ……..

I  was the classic teenage doormat.  He turned the tables, made ME chase HIM.

The beginning of the end came a week before prom when another girl called to tell me that she was (and I quote) “fuckin” my man.

Yeah. You read that right. 

He lied his way out of it, and since it was a week before prom, my 18 year old self forgave so that I would have a prom date.

I shake my head at the stupidity of that and at the naivete that I couldn’t get another date that late.  I have since learned that there would have been a looooong line of guys waiting.( I’m not bragging here, it just is what it is!)

We lasted through the summer, and the first semester at different colleges in different towns.  But finally time and distance did what I couldn’t bring myself to do.  It broke us up.

We have kept up with each other through mutual friends over the years.  But unfortunately, the last time I heard of him, it was on the news.  He had been indicted for his part in the largest government theft in DC history.  His Aunt was laundering money for about 20 years from the DC government.  It was a family business it seems.  Which explains the

Gucci down to socks, rings and watch filled with rocks…

He pleaded guilty and  received 78 months in prison, and has to pay $4,205,318 in restitution.

Hmmmm..

Yeah.  That’s my first love.