Puppy Love

Where do I even begin?  Now that I am in a good relationship, it is easy for me to see just how hilarious my previous relationships were.  I will start from the top.   This entire story and most of the details are so embarrassing, but I am going to share them anyways.  Okay, I was fifteen years old.  My family got a computer and the most wonderful invention, the Internet.  I could not get enough of it. I would go to chat rooms and visit with kids just my age (or so they said).  

 Did I meet my first boyfriend online?  I wish I could say no.   I feel fairly confident that I was the first, and last, person to meet someone on the Internet that was actually what they said they were.  I started emailing back and forth with this guy who lived about an hour away.  One day he was going to be at the mall, and I was supposed to meet him.  I didn't really know what he was going to look like.  I had an image in my head.   I was surprised when I met him.  Apparently you do not pronounce the last name "Flores" like "floors."  I thought his last name was floors, as in my hardwood floors.  He was not blond headed as I had assumed he would be.   We ended up having a long distance  relationship for more than a year.  

I think it is pretty common for young girls to get their first boyfriend, "fall in love," and expect to marry them and have lots of babies.  I remember a family friend telling me, "you will date a hundred guys before you find the one."  I thought, "what does he know?"  Of course he was the one. I mean he was perfect.  We didn't live in the same town,  he would not call me for a week before or after my birthday or any holiday, I mean what else could a girl ask for?