High school girlfriend. I used her for sex. We knew each other from like early grade school and I always had a crush on her, very physically attracted to her.

I took a leap of faith and asked her out, and she said yes.

Turns out, we weren’t really compatible, but we were both horny teens with limited supervision. Did not take long at all for us to start experimenting. Eventually, her parents found out we were boinking and split us up, but I realized at the time that I was not heartbroken or sad, I was just disappointed that I wouldn’t get to have sex with her anymore, and it was a big wake up moment for me.

I was wrong, of course. We did have sex a few more times once we both became adults, and we both kind of acknowledged that the other person was just a convenient fuck buddy and that we had nothing else in common. I eventually had to break it off with her when I started getting serious with another girl.

I feel like I’ve matured a lot since then.

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She was a Native American girl who was six days younger than I. (We were 15) She had the deepest dark eyes and long black hair that went to her butt. She showed me all sorts of music I’d never heard before. It was a long time ago, but we got along well. Sadly I did the typical teenager thing and dumped her for someone else. That someone else was a bad fit and I should have stayed with the heavy metal Indian chick. (as she described herself)

We were in college and it lasted about 18 months. It was great for that phase of our lives. We were just two young adults/kids figuring it out.

She was so gorgeous and a lot of fun. That was really nice as a college kid. We just got bored of each other.

We’ve been married for 32 years, together for 39, and we raised three kids.

She realized far, far sooner than I did, that we’d made better friends than lovers. By the time I figured it out myself, we’d already split up and gone our separate ways. I haven’t seen her since, aside from one kinda shitty night where she’d cheated on her boyfriend… with my roommate. And that was several years ago.

Yeesh, please no. She had issues and I was horny.

my first relationship, 25 years ago, was highly tumultuous. We were HEAVILY codependent on each other. 0/10 would not do it again.

The sex was great (and kind of ruined me for those who came afterwards). The rest of the relationship ranged from okay to incredibly stressful depending on what was going on in her head at the moment. She had mental health problems. Probably went on longer than it should have because I didn’t think I’d be able to find someone else. I will say she took more care not to hurt me than some of the women I dated since.

lol. I was a big nerd and outside of a bit of dating only had one significant relationship before my wife and I was in my upper twenties at that point.

Met her second year of uni. I must’ve been 20-26.

She drank too much and developed mental problems. She ditched me for a job abroad and came back blaming depression.

The sex was great. Like really great. I wish I was 20 again.

I was 17/18, finishing high school and going in to college. To put it bluntly, she was pretty dumb, which is probably how I got with her to begin with. I was, of course blinded by the light, revved up like a douche, another runner in the night. She broke up with me before I left for college, so I luckily got out of that one.

She ended up dropping out of community college and became heavily religious after not showing a single interest in that sort of thing, at all, while we were together. Last I saw, she’s been going on mission trips for the last decade or so and seems happy, so I’m glad she found something she liked.

Mine was awful. I was 19. I look back at it and think that I could have been different, though. I should say she was abusive. But I also could have been more understanding and less obtuse. Would it have changed things? I wouldn’t bet money on it.

I’d tell my 19 year old self to lighten up. The things he cares about aren’t the things that matter to me now: looks, smoking weed, even “faithfulness.” Though, the last one would in a sense. But what really matters is that she treated me like shit.

Like a very long setup to a very shitty punchline. We were very good friends when we started dating, hurt the hell out of each other for a year or so, broke up, got back together for another painful year or two, broke up, hooked up very briefly again a year or two later. I couldnt figure out why I didn’t want to sleep with him and we pretended this was a totally normal way to deal with things. The punchline was that I am asexual and didn’t figure it out until like 5 years later and a couple more failed relationships.

We were really good friends though. His grandmother called me on Christmas and my birthday for years after we broke up. She is lovely.

He is a good guy but we both needed a lot of therapy. Hope he is happier now.