Good morning! I thought I would share how the Man-Child and I met, and how we came to be what we are.
I was 12 and he was 16. My best friend and his best friend are brother and sister - yes, they are still our best friends now - and it’s their fault we met.
We both went for a sleepover one night - at the same time.
I remember seeing him and thinking he was the hottest guy I had ever laid my eyes upon - back then he looked spitting image to Eminem. Yes, that was attractive to me back then lol.
That night we all hung out and even went for a walk through the field by Sara’s house. This was the night the menahounies almost got us (inside joke, just mind your business) but we managed to escape with only the loss of Man-Childs’ green lighter.
Once we got back to the house - it was late by then. Man-Child called me into the kitchen. I went in and had my head down. He used his pointer finger to gently lift up my head and he kissed me. My first ever kiss!
Of course, I spent the rest of the night giggling like a little school girl with Sara in the bedroom.
That was the last time I saw him for 6 years. I spent 2 years vigorously trying to find a way to connect with him, finally adding him to MSN when I was 14. We spoke on the phone a few times around then - he even attempted to come visit me but the car broke down (I lived 5 hours away). It wasn’t until I was 18 that I came down here and spent a week with him. Then we went several years without speaking.
At 21, when my 6 year old was only 9 months old, we spent 3 amazing weeks together. He wasn’t ready for a relationship - at least not the one I was offering. I was already in love with him. That was the last time we spoke until the most recent.
May 2015, I added him on Facebook. He accepted. I was ecstatic. He was just at the end of a terrible relationship - as was I. We made plans several times and he continuously screwed everything up. I was about to give up on him - even though at this point I was still head over heels in love with him. The weekend of my daughter’s birthday (the 16th of July) was the last attempt at visits. He said he was on his way and never showed up. He lied.
July 2015 - I moved back. On the 29th to be exact. On the next day - the 30th, I had messaged our mutual friend Roy - Man-Childs’ roommate - asking if he wanted to have a smoke. Of course I asked if Man-Child was there. He was! I rushed home to change and throw some make up on. Because, duh. Remember, at this point I hadn’t seen him in almost 5 years. I got there, sat at the dining room table, and waited for him to come out of his room. He did. He didn’t recognize me at first and then I called him out for being anti-social. He sat at the table, we all chatted. My love for him came screaming back 10 fold.
He was getting ready to leave with his son and I offered them a ride. Once we got there, we had a smoke, and he called me out, saying he expected me to flip out on him. I told him no, because it would do nothing.
We chatted for about 15 minutes and he decided to take me out that night.
I didn’t hold my breath, but I got ready anyways.
He showed up! We had a couple drinks at my house and then we left. We went to have drinks by the river, we chatted, we had sex (we already had a long sexual history lol), we enjoyed our night. He took me home and left.
The next day we talked over Facebook. He was going to a party that night. He messaged me from the party and asked if he could come over. Told him we could go for a walk to the park with the dog - I was living with my mom at the time and my daughter was with her.
Once we got to the park, he seemed kind of weird. But we did some talking and kissing - lots of kissing.
He was leaning against the climbers and he looked at me and said, “so, are you going to be my girlfriend or what?”.
That is how we came to be.
He is still the love of my life and we just celebrated our 1 year anniversary, a couple months ago. We have 4 beautiful children between us. We have a dog and a cat. We rent a piece of shit house together. I love him. I’m in love with him.
He was my first kiss and I want him to be my last.
