The first dude who ever asked to go out with me was this auburn head hottie in seventh grade. He kinda looked like this:
I loved Kevin McKidd since I first saw him and for the life of me I couldn't understand why. Then it hit me. Brian! (Forgot his last name, I am old)
Brian and I never went on an actual "date", but Monday through Friday from eight a.m. until about four, we were boyfriend and girlfriend. He walked my half way home (I was terrified my dad might catch us so he couldn't walk me all the way-sooo wasn't allowed to date, and my dad was prejudiced so I REALLY couldn't date a white guy). He gave me my first kiss. He was the first guy to tell me I was beautiful. Not hot, beautiful. He looked at me like I was, well, special.
Life throws us twists and turns, takes us places we never imagine, but you never forget your first. Not the first time I had sex, but the first time I fell in love. Here's to you Brian, where ever you are!