Hello people, I suggested this as a forum because I was hoping it would get out of hand, but was directed otherwise by The Peoples Administrator (gawd I love that tag). Anyway, the subject of this thread is your first love in the Eighties. No, not with your new Ocean Pacific Shirt, but with another person. When did you know it was love? Where were you when you knew it was love? How old were you? All the details within limits of respecting other peoples privacy will be nice touches.

We talk so much about Rock, and Fads, and Fashion and the like, that I thought it would be nice to hear a few careworn stories about loves gone by, or maybe still going on! I will kick things off below with a good example. Of course, few of you are as wordy as me, but that is okay too. Just tell your tale and hopefully smile about it.

Personally I was 15 years old, and had been dating this amzingly wonderful girl for about three weeks. We went out to a movie one night on a double date and with a little time to kill before her curfew we went "parking" We were scrunched in the back seat of my friends old Toyota Corolla and she was more or less sitting my lap sideways. I felt some indescribable something for her the moment I first saw her, but when we took a break from a lingering kiss and she leaned her head back with her eyes closed and the light from the moon was shining on her face and the weird keyboard solo from Journey's - Mother, Father was playing on the tape deck, it hit me so hard I think I whimpered. I jsut knew it man, I KNEW it was love. Even better, it was first love. I just wanted to hold her so close we would meld. I wanted to babble words to her a mile a minute, I wanted to stare at her face till dawn. God, I just never, ever wanted that moment to end. It was the purest, sweetest feeling I had ever had, and I think it may still be. April 5th, 1984, 10:37 p.m. CST. Yeah, I remember it to the minute. Lori, wherever you are, you know I still love you in ways that I can't even begin to understand.

I've already posted my first wonderful 80's romance experience on here prevously, but I can't seem to find what topic it was under. I'm going to do some searching.

This is a good topic, ShereKhan, it's always enjoyable to read no matter how many times it pops up. (and I like your username!) I've told this story before, but in a different way.

I didn't really start dating until the 90s, so my 80s love story is from elementary school. My first crush was the "new kid" in sixth grade, in fall 1986. We were eleven. He was preppy, a hockey player, played the violin, etc. Nothing like the poet types I actually wound up dating a few years later! I was new to the business of crushes, so I was much too afraid to say anything to him. Apparently, he liked me too, and expressed it by stealing my Fun Fruits, following me around in the hallway, insulting me, until I finally turned around and told him to get lost, and kicking me under the desk in math class until I cried. (Doubly awful, because my mother was our math teacher then!) Anything for a reaction. Et cetera.

My mom gave him hell in math class, but at home, she kept saying "Boys don't know how to tell a girl they like her, so they tease her instead." I was like "Yeah right, Mom!" LOL.

We only had one evening approaching a "date." Another kid in our class was severely burned while making spaghetti, (dumped boiling water on his chest & stomach) so we had, of all things, a benefit spaghetti dinner to raise money for his family. My crush and I wound up sitting together, making cracks about how horrible it was to have a spaghetti dinner for a kid maimed by spaghetti. Our parents were sitting further down the table, sneaking looks at us like we were too cute for real life.

Near the end of 6th grade, I found an anonymous note in one of my library books, which said "I love you, will you go out with me?" I knew it was from my crush-- you can't sit next to someone in homeroom for a whole year and not know their writing-- but I didn't trust him. I was worried that if he said yes, he'd somehow use it against me. Like how he stole my lunch and played "keep away" with it on the bus. So, I pretended it had never happened. In seventh grade, Crush Boy just teased me even worse than before, and I've always wondered what would have happened if I'd admitted to my feelings. Obviously, no date for the semiformal. (why did I care about going to a freaking semiformal when I was 12, anyway?)

By the middle of eighth grade, I'd finally had enough, and I was snapping back at him. We were sort of friends, but not really. There was always the scent of grape Fun Fruits on the air... the spectre of sixth grade.

Crush boy went to boarding school in ninth grade. Rumor had it that he got in some kind of trouble... ;) I last saw him during Driver's Ed the summer after sophomore year-- he was standing on the sidewalk where I was supposed to park, and I was so surprised to see him, I almost ran him over. Heh!

It would be fun to catch up with him sometime- I keep an eye on classmates.com just in case, but no sign of him yet. With my luck, we'd end up kicking each other under the table, at Starbucks or wherever we met, and my husband and his wife would be looking at each other like :eek: LOL! It's funny to speculate about. :rolleyes:

Its post like these that make me feel like a kid! :lol:

Does it count that I'm the finshed product of love in the 80s? :lol:
Hence since I was born in 82

Nice story Mary, that is exactly the kind of post I was looking for. Enough details to make it real, but not too many to give everything away. Great post. Oh and Tydestra, I am feeling generous, it counts that you were a finished product of love in 1982. Could have been sooner, should have been sooner, so you could have REALLY enjoyed the end all-be all decade, but hey, close enough!

It's 1987, I'm sittin in th'Iron Cross, drinkin like there's gonna be no tomorrow. An actually hopin there won't be. ;) Me mates are tryin like hell ta cheer me up, but I'm not havin it. I wanna sit there, get pissed, an be left alone. There's a great band on tonite, so th'place is packed, an the more crowded it's gettin, the more me mood is goin downhill. I'm sittin at the bar, glarin at everyone that comes in th'door. [Which ain't unusual, as it's a punk club.]

That's the scene as the most gorgeous creature on th'face of the planet walks in. All the sudden, the Iron Cross looks like a dive. Totally unworthy of the splendid angel that's just deigned to alight in our doorway. I stop glarin, cause I am completely gobsmacked. I know I never saw a woman like this b'fore, an prob'ly never will again.

Me eyes follow the divine femme as she strolls across ta the bar, followed by three blokes I'm wonderin if I could take down on me own. ;) She stops at the bar, only four chairs away from the corner [where I'm sittin]. She orders a drink, takes it, an turns round - leanin back gainst the bar ta watch the band. She's talkin ta one o'the blokes what came in with her, but I'm not payin attention ta that. I grab me pint an move down th'bar only a seat away from her.

I'm sittin there, tryin not ta stare, an wrackin my brain fer somethin witty ta say. Here's where bein pissed off me arse becomes a liability. I say somethin completely lame, an the angel gives me a witherin glance an a curt, "hi". I'm so sloshed, I don't even notice. I continue on, sayin how bloody gorgeous she is, an degrade into what me mind's thinkin - which happens ta be lewd an not at all the kinda thing ya should be sayin to a girl ya just met.

The bloke she's talkin to looks like he wants ta pound me into th'ground. The goddess is holdin him back, tho - an makes ta move off into th'crowd. Definately losin me mind now, I grab her arm. She whips round in a second, an a bunch o'fives cracks me right cross th'jaw, knockin me off th'stool an onto the floor. I'm stunned, an in awe, an -totally- in love with this amazon. ;)

Ta make a long story short - I spend th'rest of the nite nursin an increasin'ly purple bruise an tryin ta find info on this lovely Diana. Her name's Xandra, an every time I see her after that I'm practically worshippin at her feet. She treats me with contempt at first, but eventually gets round ta talkin to me. It takes bout a year b'fore we can even be considered friends, but she sees thru th'angry, angsty drunken sod that is me. She drags me up outta th'gutter an forces me ta see what I am, an what I could be. Somewhere along th'line, she falls in love with me. We been together ever since.

Now how's that fer a love story? ;)

Originally posted by True Rebel
It's 1987, I'm sittin in th'Iron Cross, drinkin like there's gonna be no tomorrow. An actually hopin there won't be. ;) Me mates are tryin like hell ta cheer me up, but I'm not havin it. I wanna sit there, get pissed, an be left alone. There's a great band on tonite, so th'place is packed, an the more crowded it's gettin, the more me mood is goin downhill. I'm sittin at the bar, glarin at everyone that comes in th'door. [Which ain't unusual, as it's a punk club.]

That's the scene as the most gorgeous creature on th'face of the planet walks in. All the sudden, the Iron Cross looks like a dive. Totally unworthy of the splendid angel that's just deigned to alight in our doorway. I stop glarin, cause I am completely gobsmacked. I know I never saw a woman like this b'fore, an prob'ly never will again.

Me eyes follow the divine femme as she strolls across ta the bar, followed by three blokes I'm wonderin if I could take down on me own. ;) She stops at the bar, only four chairs away from the corner [where I'm sittin]. She orders a drink, takes it, an turns round - leanin back gainst the bar ta watch the band. She's talkin ta one o'the blokes what came in with her, but I'm not payin attention ta that. I grab me pint an move down th'bar only a seat away from her.

I'm sittin there, tryin not ta stare, an wrackin my brain fer somethin witty ta say. Here's where bein pissed off me arse becomes a liability. I say somethin completely lame, an the angel gives me a witherin glance an a curt, "hi". I'm so sloshed, I don't even notice. I continue on, sayin how bloody gorgeous she is, an degrade into what me mind's thinkin - which happens ta be lewd an not at all the kinda thing ya should be sayin to a girl ya just met.

The bloke she's talkin to looks like he wants ta pound me into th'ground. The goddess is holdin him back, tho - an makes ta move off into th'crowd. Definately losin me mind now, I grab her arm. She whips round in a second, an a bunch o'fives cracks me right cross th'jaw, knockin me off th'stool an onto the floor. I'm stunned, an in awe, an -totally- in love with this amazon. ;)

Ta make a long story short - I spend th'rest of the nite nursin an increasin'ly purple bruise an tryin ta find info on this lovely Diana. Her name's Xandra, an every time I see her after that I'm practically worshippin at her feet. She treats me with contempt at first, but eventually gets round ta talkin to me. It takes bout a year b'fore we can even be considered friends, but she sees thru th'angry, angsty drunken sod that is me. She drags me up outta th'gutter an forces me ta see what I am, an what I could be. Somewhere along th'line, she falls in love with me. We been together ever since.

Now how's that fer a love story? ;)

Awwwwwwwwwww Rebel that's cute. :D

Originally posted by Shortie Blonde
Awwwwwwwwwww Rebel that's cute. :D

Cute, huh? Kinda like you, eh sweetie? ;)

Originally posted by True Rebel


Cute, huh? Kinda like you, eh sweetie? ;)

<gag cough> Maybe on some days.

Heheh. Y'know, I couldn't help it. Ya left it wide open. :devil:

Originally posted by True Rebel
Heheh. Y'know, I couldn't help it. Ya left it wide open. :devil:

Yeah, and it's one of those days...but the cuteness doesn't match the outfit. :p

Back ON topic...

Rebel... that was such a adorable story!
*note to self* Head to CBGBs next Friday night :)

Originally posted by Tydestra
Back ON topic... Rebel... that was such a adorable story!
*note to self* Head to CBGBs next Friday night :)

Heh. Sorry bout the fluffin, love. Sometimes I get distracted. ;) An that's th'first time anyone's ever called that story "adorable". Usually they call it twisted. ;)

Originally posted by True Rebel
It's 1987, I'm sittin in th'Iron Cross, drinkin like there's gonna be no tomorrow. An actually hopin there won't be. ;) Me mates are tryin like hell ta cheer me up, but I'm not havin it. I wanna sit there, get pissed, an be left alone. There's a great band on tonite, so th'place is packed, an the more crowded it's gettin, the more me mood is goin downhill. I'm sittin at the bar, glarin at everyone that comes in th'door. [Which ain't unusual, as it's a punk club.]

That's the scene as the most gorgeous creature on th'face of the planet walks in. All the sudden, the Iron Cross looks like a dive. Totally unworthy of the splendid angel that's just deigned to alight in our doorway. I stop glarin, cause I am completely gobsmacked. I know I never saw a woman like this b'fore, an prob'ly never will again.

Me eyes follow the divine femme as she strolls across ta the bar, followed by three blokes I'm wonderin if I could take down on me own. ;) She stops at the bar, only four chairs away from the corner [where I'm sittin]. She orders a drink, takes it, an turns round - leanin back gainst the bar ta watch the band. She's talkin ta one o'the blokes what came in with her, but I'm not payin attention ta that. I grab me pint an move down th'bar only a seat away from her.

I'm sittin there, tryin not ta stare, an wrackin my brain fer somethin witty ta say. Here's where bein pissed off me arse becomes a liability. I say somethin completely lame, an the angel gives me a witherin glance an a curt, "hi". I'm so sloshed, I don't even notice. I continue on, sayin how bloody gorgeous she is, an degrade into what me mind's thinkin - which happens ta be lewd an not at all the kinda thing ya should be sayin to a girl ya just met.

The bloke she's talkin to looks like he wants ta pound me into th'ground. The goddess is holdin him back, tho - an makes ta move off into th'crowd. Definately losin me mind now, I grab her arm. She whips round in a second, an a bunch o'fives cracks me right cross th'jaw, knockin me off th'stool an onto the floor. I'm stunned, an in awe, an -totally- in love with this amazon. ;)

Ta make a long story short - I spend th'rest of the nite nursin an increasin'ly purple bruise an tryin ta find info on this lovely Diana. Her name's Xandra, an every time I see her after that I'm practically worshippin at her feet. She treats me with contempt at first, but eventually gets round ta talkin to me. It takes bout a year b'fore we can even be considered friends, but she sees thru th'angry, angsty drunken sod that is me. She drags me up outta th'gutter an forces me ta see what I am, an what I could be. Somewhere along th'line, she falls in love with me. We been together ever since.

Now how's that fer a love story? ;)

That was great Rebel. Good storytelling, believable situation, hell, I almost felt like I was there watching the whole thing go down. That was excellent man. Truly. Damn I love when people can get something like that out and share it with the rest of us. It makes our little realtionship quirks and wins and failures more real. Love, Lust, Affection, Passion. All of these things happen every day and to everyone that has a story and comes forward with it, congratulations to you, and thanks for sharing a part of your life that means a lot to the rest of the worls life. Again, Bravo Rebel.

Originally posted by ShereKahn
That was great Rebel. Good storytelling, believable situation, hell, I almost felt like I was there watching the whole thing go down. That was excellent man. Truly. Damn I love when people can get something like that out and share it with the rest of us. It makes our little realtionship quirks and wins and failures more real. Love, Lust, Affection, Passion. All of these things happen every day and to everyone that has a story and comes forward with it, congratulations to you, and thanks for sharing a part of your life that means a lot to the rest of the worls life. Again, Bravo Rebel.

Heh. Seems like bein an english lit teacher pays off again, then. ;) [Yes, I slang a lot, it's on purpose. I swear I know how to talk like a normal bloke. ;) ] An that's exactly how I met Xandra, from my point o'view. An it's still as excitin an rough an passionate as it was from th'very beginnin. An God Willin, I hope it always will be. She breathed life back into me when I needed it most. An now I can't imagine life without her.
[Xandra, by the way, is The80'sAngel in me sig line]

Great stories. The first one that ever broke my heart was when I lived in Iowa. I was about 14 and his name was Mike. I had this huge crush on him all thru Jr. High but he was pretty much a rebel. We really didn't know any of the same people and I was sure he'd never want anything to do with me. I remember having to stay after school one night and he was there too. We started talking and totally hit it off. We spent hours together in the lobby of the school that night. After that we tried to talk more but didn't get to see each other much. I figured he didnt want anything to do with me. About 2 months later I moved to California. At the end of the school year my friend sent me a yearbook with a bunch of signatures. He wrote this long note to me about how much he fell for me that night and that it broke his heart when I moved. He said that he missed me and hoped we would see each other again some day. It totally broke my heart. I wonder what ever happened to him....

I am a total sucker for stories like that. The "I wonder what happened to them" genre. Hopefully something good, and not bad. I would not wish anything bad on anyone, except my ex wife, who.... uh, nevermind. :ego:

Sweet story though, I liked it a lot.

Originally posted by RetroMan
I've already posted my first wonderful 80's romance experience on here prevously, but I can't seem to find what topic it was under. I'm going to do some searching.

I believe I posted mine then too. I tried a search but I am no good at it. :rolleyes:

Originally posted by TopCat
I believe I posted mine then too. I tried a search but I am no good at it. :rolleyes:

Yeah I've tried some key words from my post that would pick it up, but I forgot whe section of the forum I was in - i wish I could do a MEGA search and seach all the threads at once but that is not possible :( - I'm still looking

Originally posted by True Rebel


Heh. Sorry bout the fluffin, love. Sometimes I get distracted. ;) An that's th'first time anyone's ever called that story "adorable". Usually they call it twisted. ;)

'Tis okay about the spurt of a bit of fluffin', I do it too... but ye keep it to a bit :p
Everything to me is twisted... and aye, 'tis a twisted tale, but all too adorably twisted :p

TopCat, Retro... do you guys think you can pin-point a time period? Was it last year, 6 months ago ect?

I'm good at digging things up and maybe I can find it for you 2 :D

It was the summer of 1988,I had always been into the philosophy that love was just some rediculas invention of the media.I was just a worthless teenage punk and thats how I liked it,I didn't think I was the kind of lowlife that would fall for all this love crap,but I was wrong.
I was hanging out with a friend from high school and bitching that I haven't had a piece in a couple weeks,when he suggested I give one of his ex-girlfriends a call(he said she was pretty easy,but it was all part of his plan to get her back.He wanted to get me to sleep with her and leave her,then she would run back to him for comfort and he would get her back.I found this out a year later)
I talked to her on the phone briefly and me and my friend went to her house.
When we got there,he knocked on the door and when it opened,I saw the most beautiful,sexy chick I had ever laid my eye's on.
She was a metal chick,but I felt instantly drawn to her.
After talking to her for about an hour,the thought of a one night stand didn't even enter my head.I wanted more.
We became a couple 2 days later.
I was absolutly hooked,I even grew my hair long because thats what she liked(in essance,I became something that I wasn't for her,but I didn't care....I loved her)
We were together for 11 years and even were engaged at one point,but my lifestyle(that I reclaimed in 92)and my music(bands etc.) started to drive a wedge between us.Eventually we just parted ways.
I still talk to her,she's married now and very happy but sometimes I still wonder what could have been.

I know I'll never love another like I loved my Melissa.

Ok enough of this sappy sh*t!Who thought of this topic anyway?!

Originally posted by Tydestra
Back ON topic...

Rebel... that was such a adorable story!
*note to self* Head to CBGBs next Friday night :)

I wanna come! :D

First "real" love...

It all started when I was a jr. in high school. I was performing in our school play and had this cute little thing acting as my love interest. We goofed around a little but after the play ended, I just let it go. I wasn't ready to commit and there was another girl that I had been chasing since 6th grade that finally was coming around and decided she would allow me to date her (yes, I truly thought it was a privilege-much to my mistake). After 4 months or so, we broke up and I decided that I had had enough of women (for the time being of course).

About a month after my decision, a friend of the girl from the play started bugging me about asking her out. I finally decided that I would give it a shot but was so scared. I couldn't just ask her out, I had to take it slow...very slow. I started going to our gym over lunchtime (where she always was) and playing basketball with a bunch of other kids so that she could see me. After lunchtime ended, I would walk beside her and just talk. Then, off to the rest of the day. I also started attending her basketball games and cheering very loudly (only for her!). Finally, after about 3 weeks of this, I got up the nerve to hold her hand! Yes, I actually touched her! We dated for over a year before I finally realized that I was in love with her. When I told her, I thought she was going to freak! She turned white as a ghost but didn't run. Things then ran their course etc. etc.

Like many others, I wonder where she is, what she is doing...Oh wait, she married me!!! We've been married 13 years now and I love her more everyday. Sappy, but very true.

well, some were very nice and some were not!
(..... girls.......... one big book with seven seals):D

Originally posted by ShereKahn
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We talk so much about Rock, and Fads, and Fashion and the like, that I thought it would be nice to hear a few careworn stories about loves gone by, or maybe still going on! I will kick things off below with a good example. Of course, few of you are as wordy as me, but that is okay too. Just tell your tale and hopefully smile about it.

Personally I was 15 years old, and had been dating this amzingly wonderful girl for about three weeks. We went out to a movie one night on a double date and with a little time to kill before her curfew we went "parking" We were scrunched in the back seat of my friends old Toyota Corolla and she was more or less sitting my lap sideways. I felt some indescribable something for her the moment I first saw her, but when we took a break from a lingering kiss and she leaned her head back with her eyes closed and the light from the moon was shining on her face and the weird keyboard solo from Journey's - Mother, Father was playing on the tape deck, it hit me so hard I think I whimpered. I jsut knew it man, I KNEW it was love. Even better, it was first love. I just wanted to hold her so close we would meld. I wanted to babble words to her a mile a minute, I wanted to stare at her face till dawn. God, I just never, ever wanted that moment to end. It was the purest, sweetest feeling I had ever had, and I think it may still be. April 5th, 1984, 10:37 p.m. CST. Yeah, I remember it to the minute. Lori, wherever you are, you know I still love you in ways that I can't even begin to understand.

that is so sweet

who knows what could happen..
:)

My first love and I were together off and on for 4 years. I was 18 when he asked me to marry him Several months later i found him with someone else. (yes, i walked in). I'm still waiting for "The One" Can't rush it. :)

Back in the 80's, most of my love stories only lasted a few hours. The band I was in was pretty popular, and played quite often, so I would have been an absolute fool to settle down at the time. I had my fun.....:D