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First love was Margaret.... daughter of family friends. She never knew. We hardly spoke. She was 11, me 12.

At 13 a girl on holiday. She had a toe missing. We never spoke.

At 17 it was Wendy. Visited her by train. We were close. Then she dumped me. Heartbroken!

Susan next at 18. She captivated me. But then she lied to me so I dumped her.

At 20 it was Jane. Said she was on the rebound “so don’t expect too much”. I didn’t. But then she fell for me.

But by then I’d fallen for my lasting love.

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    Neville Hunt 14 days ago

    These were the girls that really meant something to me. Others are not forgotten but didn’t invade my soul.

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    Neville Hunt 14 days ago

    I got in a bit of bother later when I admitted to my wife that I had chosen our daughter’s name to be the same as the girl I had rejected (nicely... lovely girl) in favour of Mrs H. She’s got over it now though... but get the odd reminder!

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    Frenchie 14 days ago

    Lovely, if not a tad sad for all the rejection, story but the comment is even better. My advice, from being a woman, don’t admit anything to do with other ladies! Even innocent. Our imagination can go into overdrive mode. No matter whether we are well established, like obviously, Mrs H., we all have a green eyed monster lurking about. Sometimes meek and mild, sometimes like a fire drake. And if we don’t have, it means we don’t care. So, you are good! You get the odd reminder. Lol

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    Drew Martyn 14 days ago

    Aw, lovely... :)

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    Neville Hunt 14 days ago

    Thanks both.

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