It all started when I was in grade 10, one of my best friends got a boyfriend and I started crushing on his good friend. I begged her to set me up and would constantly wish at every 11:11 that he would be my boyfriend. Soon enough he got a girlfriend and she was NOT me. I went about that high school year learning how to give hand jobs and blowjobs to different boys in my grade and then one day during my Christmas vacation I get a message on Tinder. To my surprise it was HIM! I had completely forgotten that I was the one who started the conversation with him in the first place months before. In that moment I realized, wishes really do come true. We snap-chatted and texted until we both got back to the city from our holidays. He asked me to hangout multiple times but I kept bailing because I was so nervous. He was a year older and more experienced than I was but finally I decided to give it a shot. I drove to his place, said hi to him for the first time and followed him in my plaid shirt and leggings down to his basement. We made small talk until we started making out on the couch. He made his way into my pants and started fingering me and that’s when I had to call it a night. I didn’t want it to go any further since I was a nervous little virgin. I went home and we continued to talk and talk everyday, he became my favourite person to talk to. 

Our second date was on Valentines Day and he brought me chocolates in the shape of a heart so naturally, I took off all my clothes and let him fuck me. POP went my cherry and after 60 whole seconds, he came all over me on my movie theatre couch (sorry mom and dad). From then on we continued to grow our friendship and sex life until he told me he loved me. I wasn’t really sure I loved him back but I said it anyways. Eventually, I realized I wanted to spend every second I could with him and that’s when I knew I truly felt the same way. Our relationship went strong for a year and then it started to go downhill after our one year anniversary. I’m not sure if he stopped loving me or if we grew apart but we started fighting and had to call it off. We made our way back to each other several times over the last 5 years and I still know I love him but have learned that it doesn’t mean I should be with him. First boyfriend, first love, first time having sex, and first heartbreak have led me to where I am today and I couldn’t be more thankful for him (even though he’s a manipulative and selfish little asshole that makes me want to break things).

Now that you know my one and only little love story, it’s time to get to the good stuff…the fun stuff.

Stay tuned for this Thursday ladies and gents where I will welcome you to my dating life post heartbreak, or my hoe phase. Whichever you prefer.

xoxo – C