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[touchfuzzy]

I mean my first 'girlfriend' (and first kiss, but not first sex) when I was like 14 was 3 or 4 months. Then there would be some girlfriends on and off, nothing really serious. First real relationship was 3 years, from when I was 17-20. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't great but I was immature and didn't realize her long term prospects were very poor, in hindsight I should've been out way sooner.

 

[Quasicat]

About a year and a half. I was a year older than her with me being in my first year of college and her being a senior in high school when we met. Education was not her priority and I wanted to be a teacher. Most of our arguments towards the end were how much money and time I was wasting working 3rds in a factory and taking classes during the day. All she wanted to do was get an apartment and start a family. I still had 3 years left of college before that would happen.

Even today, I do miss her but the timing was all wrong.

 

[ForAcademicPurposes]

Yeah, most of my college flames did not age well. Like, seriously fell off a cliff. Zero regrets about skipping that.

 

[Grildon Tundy]

Not counting middle school and earlier, three months at age 16 for us both. I broke up with her because I wasn't feeling it. No real singular reason.

I like to think I helped her navigate some seriously messed up family drama, and we stayed friends for a bit afterwards.

Now the NEXT serious relationship I was in for five years was with a crazy/hot. Which, in hindsight, has kept me mostly at peace being single for most of my life since.

 

[poodaddy]

Late bloomer relatively speaking, I didn't date until end of college and that went right into living together for awhile, then she left town and came back pretty quickly, but no longer living together following that (yeah now that I think of it.. how'd that work? Ah we were both very young). After a couple years then it was MY turn to leave town, she was going to follow me after some traveling of her own, but honestly, after being out of each other's immediate space for just a short period of time I realized "oh wait why am I in such a good mood all the time? Oh nooooo....."

Anyway that was about 4 years all said and done. Impossible to imagine that we might've ended up married, which would have been a big mess I am sure (clearly neither of us were ready for it at the time). Haven't spoken to her since, and now that it has been (literally) half a lifetime ago, my only hope is that she wound up happy with whatever direction her life took.

You've a beautiful sense of perspective and humility. Don't lose that, it's a rare and laudable trait.

 

[Codes 208]

3 months.

The red flag that made me bail was when she threw a tantrum because i filled the basement of our house in minecraft with dirt. /s (well, half-kidding)

I had a mental breakdown because i was having trouble adjusting to commitment (i was 25, autistic, never had a GF before) so i had to break up with her when i realized i wasnt ready for a relationship.

While the breakup was mutual, i did end up ghosting her out of my own shame. I do have some regrets about that one.

 

[deathsaber]

Back in high school, thinking probably 10th grade. I'm at a random school dance on a Friday night in the gym (doing my usual wallflower thing sitting on the bleachers, probably eying up girls I wish would talk to me/want to hang). A girl I barely knew from a grade under me (whom I previously got signals from other friends that this girl was talking about "liking" me) wanted to dance. So, we dance. Typical high school slow-song dance) We sat together the rest of the dance, might have held hands briefly. We each leave (getting picked up by respective parents). Keep in mind- this is mid 90s pre drivers license, pre cell phones, texting, or any semblance of social media, so no chance of contact until the next school day, I did not know her phone number, and it was un-listed in phone book. Not that I'd probably call anyway, since parents would probably pick up, etc. Plus, I've never even had a real conversation with this person.

I return to school Monday morning, hanging in the vestibule waiting for the bell to ring that signals we can go to our homerooms. Another girl I'm acquainted with who is friends with the girl from the dance, gives me a drive-by "hey, your dumped". I say "okie dokie" and move on with my life, wandering if we were ever really "dating" at all, lol.

There you have it.

 

[EverydayBeast]

First relationship wasn't great, I do not know a time length less than 3 years

 

[wondermega]

You've a beautiful sense of perspective and humility. Don't lose that, it's a rare and laudable trait.

Heh thank you! I am just an old guy with a lot of years & history behind me to have perspective, I guess. When I was much younger I was a little more bitter, probably. Anyway, I find it suits one better not to focus much on the negative.

 

[poodaddy]

Heh thank you! I am just an old guy with a lot of years & history behind me to have perspective, I guess. When I was much younger I was a little more bitter, probably. Anyway, I find it suits one better not to focus much on the negative.

Older I get I'm finding much the same brother. I try not to dwell on anything negative these days, and I have an almost psychotic need to not stress at all. Just don't see the point anymore, and I'm happier and healthier for it.

 

[Toytown Assassin]

39 years. So far.

 

[rorepmE]

4 years, from 7th grade until Sophomore year in high school. But I had known her since 2nd grade. She was in my 2nd and 5th grade class. We lived in the same neighborhood so we walked to elementary school together. Signals were sent but at that age the only thing I was thinking about was Ninja Turtles and Nintendo. The one day I noticed she had some really big boobs for her age.

 

[Trilobit]

Minus two years.

 

[The Skull]

Around 3 years Ish. When I was 16. The bitch was crazy, isolated me from my friends, manipulated and gaslit me, and was abusive physically. I was too young and dumb to realize and got told men can't be abused in relationships by my sociology teacher in college when I had finally spoke to someone about it.

Destroyed my confidence and self esteem for years after once I finally got out of it. I still hope to live long enough to piss on her grave.

 

[John Marston]

My relationship with my first "serious" girlfriend lasted a little less than 2 years.
I asked her to slow dance at a high school party and we had our first kiss during Stairway To Heaven.
Now that song is not a ballad.
What do you do during the song's second half?

Anyway she was a bit goth and cute, I was a preppie with my popped collar Ralph Lauren Polo shirt. An odd match. It was 1984.

Her family owned the biggest costume shop in town, renting to regular people and TV/movie productions.
Halloween was a special fun time and I would help out in the store.

Her dad was a happy drunk who would watch golf on TV all the time. Her mom was very welcoming and a great cook.
She had an older gay brother who was dating an older dude with a toupee and her brother would always mess around trying to remove it, sometimes at the dinner table, he was a funny guy

Her bedroom was a comfy den full of cushions and pillows.
We would spend a lot of time there just listening to music and talking.

Sexually it was a time of discovery although a bit anxiety inducing at first.
She really tasted bad down there and smelled of rotten fish.
Since I couldn't compare this being my first experience I was thinking "Do all girls taste this bad goddamn I'm never going down on girls ever again."
I was too uncomfortable to talk to her about it.

But I'm glad she was my first girlfriend.
By 1986 we sort of became used to each other and grew apart.
I was all nervous trying to figure out a way to break it off without hurting her feelings too much when I caught her in bed with another dude the next morning after a party at her house.
I was so relieved!
I shook the guy's hand, thanked him and got the fuck outta there

FYI my next girlfriend tasted like a peach thus ending my cunnilingus trauma.
In fact I remember it tasting so good I told her I would spread that shit on my morning toast