My first boyfriend: shot through the heart and you’re to blame

By Aisling | February 21 2011 | 40 Comments

“Will you go with my friend? He’s over there.”

As if I didn’t know! I had been doing nothing but giggling nervously with my friends over him since we arrived in the teenage disco. I had loved him for so long. Well three months anyway. Which is forever when you’re eleven.

Nervous giggle: “Ok”

And that was it. We were a couple! During the opening strains of “You’re Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady” when the DJ announced “Now we’re slowing things down”, the same friend made another approach. “Will you have a slow set with him?”

“Ok” I giggled nervously and we shuffled selfconsiously around for a couple more corny tracks.

We didn’t see one another again until the end of the disco when he appeared at my shoulder. “I’ll be round the back of the supermarket with my mates on Wednesday if you, eh want to come.”

I was so in love! On Wednesday I collected my posse of a dozen strong and we swarmed round the back of the supermarket over excitedly chatting and eyeing up his collection of friends (all of whom were smaller than us). More love matches were made and we all returned home deliriously happy.

The next week he broke it off with me. One of his friends cycled up to me, gave me the news and cycled off.

I don’t think we’d ever spoken to each other directly. Ah, young love eh?

What happened with you and your first boyfriend – let’s have a good laugh!

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40 Replies to "My first boyfriend: shot through the heart and you’re to blame"

  • Trixie says:

    Oh lordy. Age 11, his name was Damien. We were assigned seats in school, and got on great until… i agreed to “shift” him (communicated through my friend and his). The date was set, we were going to “shift” up at the Cornfield (a field down the end of the housing estate). Me and about 4 girls arrived. He was flanked by about 4 mates. I chickened out of having my first kiss in public and got branded ‘Frigid”. Morto!!!

    The label didn’t last though, lol..

  • sweetie says:

    We were young – v young. 4, in fact. He was bringing me sweets from home, kissed my hands in the sweets gentleman manner, and even had to fight (and by that i mean shove the other one aside) with another guy to have a dance with me at NY celebration in crèche. It lasted till we went to different schools and lost touch, but I always say that my first love was a happy one, no hearts broken, no baggage to carry through my life. Wish I could say the same about my other relationships :D

  • Gee Gee says:

    My first ‘boyfriend’ was a friend (his friends asked me out for him, I was shocked to say the least) who I had a few kisses with before heading to the Gaeltacht one year, we wrote each other letters from our Gaeltacht and were getting on great… We met for coffee a few days after we came home and broke up, no spark, more friends than anything – 11years on, we’re still friends and have a good laugh at the thoughts that we ever kissed cos we’re more like brother and sister now – well apart from his eye roving to my chest occasionally on a night out :lol:

    Went on to have 3 bad boyfriends after that, then two good ones and a lot of frog kisses before going back to one of the old good boyfriends :)

  • Paul says:

    I was going out with a really nice-looking girl from my terrace when I was seven (1987). Then I got glasses and she finished with me.

    Many years later, at age 21, I finally got contact lenses. I sometimes wonder if I should get in touch with her to let her know I don’t wear glasses anymore (except in the morning and at night time).

    Is it too late? We’re both married to other people and have kids.

  • Aisling Aphrodite says:

    Paul – if she couldn’t see into your heart and was so shallow to be swayed by the glasses I would say a big no – she doesn’t deserve you

  • Paul says:

    I know, but even for a fling …

  • Aisling Aphrodite says:

    I actually remember a few more now! When I was about six or seven I was in love with one of the boys next door. We used to sit on the settee all day kissing – apparently. Meanly we would lock Kirstie and yer mans younger brother out of the room so we could be alone. They would be at the window outside, noses pressed to the glass wailing to come in

    Oh god the innocence!

  • Aisling Aphrodite says:

    Paul, don’t do it – you would feel so used
    And your missus might be a bit annoyed too

  • Paul says:

    I think it’s only women who don’t like being used.

    Anyway, I better get back to work ;)

  • Girlwiththeskew-earring says:

    @ Paul: Eh? You are both married… and you want a fling?!?!? God help us.

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