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beermeplease · M
playing hide and seek with brother, and 2 of our friends. (brother and sister) his sister was my age and her brother was my brothers age. they told us to hide. so we hid under my bed....we were giggling and then out of now where we started kissing....we were 7
@beermeplease At 7 my best friend was a girl a bit younger than me, her and I played house quite a lot LOL
beermeplease · M
@NativePortlander1970 and doctor i bet 🧑⚕😈
@beermeplease Actually her and I never did, we played house rather innocently. Her and I hung around a lot to ourselves after school, she would clean and I would make our after school snacks, we were considered strange by my older brothers, my Dad thought it was pretty cool, that I would learn feminine insight from her at an early age and be able to understand women better than my male peers once reacing adulthood, and he was right, many of my female Friends say I understand them better than their own spouses or partners.
beermeplease · M
@NativePortlander1970 that's actually pretty cool to have a relationship like that at such a young age...it taught you more than one would think from a social standpoint.
@beermeplease Rebecca and I had a very strong childhood friendship. However, I didn't see her for almost 13 years to the day after my mother took my older brothers to iowa, from july 1980 to july 1993. I had finally found and reconnected with her a couple months before on the phone, but two failed meet ups, she had excuses, I had talked with her mother at the sports bar she owned and operated south of DownTown Portland, one day I was at the bar talking to her when Rebecca walked in, she was gorgeous, on her way to Mexico with her new bf and wanted to give her mother her apartment keys to take care of her pets. I tried getting her attention to say hello, but she all but ignored me. After a couple of minutes of this I took the hint, paid for my beer, left a small tip, and never went back. I took the bus to a church DownTown Portland, went inside and bawled my eyes out, when I recovered there was a priest sitting next to me and we talked, but I didn't convert or become a believer, I thought a church was the safest place to let it all out. All I thought about the entire eight years I was forced to grow up in iowa from 1980 to 1988 was her.