My three semesters of college.
I have been asked to share the my experience with college. Looking back it was a waste of money and probably one of the most painful times of my life.
I was raised in the sixties and was told that you needed to go to college. I picked a Christian college in California. My brother and his family lived there. I majored in elementary education. My boyfriend that I was crazy about was 18 months younger than me so he had another year in highschool. Our last night together before I left was full of love and fun.
I went and had my hair done and made an appointment to have a portrait taken of me for him. A 10x14 color portrait. I sent him a black and white pocket picture.
I didn't give the portrait to my boyfriend for Christmas. Just before I left to go back for my second semester I told my boyfriend I thought we needed to see other people. I crushed him.
Kurt's parents lived in California and even though he was in the army he lived with them. They had a pool and it was a nice place to hang out and relax. I allowed some kissing and a little above the waist petting but nothing serious. And every time my mind was back home with my boyfriend. I wasn't happy.
Back home for the summer I got my summer job. I didn't even call my boyfriend. That is until August. We only had a couple of weeks before he left for Texas or college. Those 4 or 5 times were wonderful. The last night we were together I asked him if he wanted to do it. We were both still virgins and lost it together. For the next week I hesitated about going back to California.
Fast forward 59
years. My husband and I were talking about that night and he told me something that shocked me. First he told me that when I asked him if he wanted to do it all he heard was "I still love you.". Then he told me what he felt as he entered me and the feeling as my Hyman split as he withdrew for the second thrust.
I was totally shocked as I figured I had destroyed it with tampons.
I went back to college and on Labor day went to Kurt's house for the weekend. The college gave my boyfriend the number and he called found where I was and exploded. I didn't understand his reaction when he said he never wanted to see me again.
I struggled with school. Kurt was pushing for more sexy. I kept thinking about my boyfriend and couldn't focus on school. Finally my birthday came a week before Thanksgiving. Kurt proposed to me and I said yes for some reason.
The school was shut down for the holiday weekend so I signed out and went to Kurt's. He convinced me that we were going to get married so it was alright to have sex. I didn't enjoy it. He was big and it hurt. He wasn't gentle like my boyfriend.
We did it maybe a dozen times in the next month. Mid December I had failed every class and I went back home to plan my wedding. No date had been set.
Kurt came to see me and meet my parents around Christmas. He also wanted to meet my boyfriend. I didn't think that was a good idea. My Dad and Mom didn't like him at all. I said I was going to marry him whither they liked it or not. My Dad told me I was making a big mistake, that Kurt didn't love me and that my boyfriend did.
Well New years came and Kurt called and called the wedding off. He was being sent to Vietnam. I started thinking about things and the middle of February I called my boyfriend's mother to find out where he was assuming he was in Texas. I found he was home so I asked her to have him call. He didn't. The next day was Sunday and by around 4 I called and he answered the phone. Within an hour we were face to face.
College had been a disaster. The conversation the last few weeks cleared misunderstanding from 59-60 years ago.
I never stopped loving you was on our lips.
Our 58 anniversary is fast approaching.
This has been a long post and doesn't tell everything. My husband still loves long hair but says that is the most beautiful picture that has ever been taken of me. And I have a new appreciation for that night we gave up our virginity to pure love.
I was raised in the sixties and was told that you needed to go to college. I picked a Christian college in California. My brother and his family lived there. I majored in elementary education. My boyfriend that I was crazy about was 18 months younger than me so he had another year in highschool. Our last night together before I left was full of love and fun.
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At first the 1500 miles between us was nothing. We lived over 15 miles apart at home. I buried myself in school work in spite of my roommate bugging me to date this friend of hers. I really wasn't interested. I was thinking of something really special for my boyfriend back home.I went and had my hair done and made an appointment to have a portrait taken of me for him. A 10x14 color portrait. I sent him a black and white pocket picture.
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He was 17 and loved long hair. His remark, "what the hell did you do to your hair". Cut me deeply. I was so angry at him. And my roommate suggested I go out with her friend.I didn't give the portrait to my boyfriend for Christmas. Just before I left to go back for my second semester I told my boyfriend I thought we needed to see other people. I crushed him.
Kurt's parents lived in California and even though he was in the army he lived with them. They had a pool and it was a nice place to hang out and relax. I allowed some kissing and a little above the waist petting but nothing serious. And every time my mind was back home with my boyfriend. I wasn't happy.
Back home for the summer I got my summer job. I didn't even call my boyfriend. That is until August. We only had a couple of weeks before he left for Texas or college. Those 4 or 5 times were wonderful. The last night we were together I asked him if he wanted to do it. We were both still virgins and lost it together. For the next week I hesitated about going back to California.
Fast forward 59
years. My husband and I were talking about that night and he told me something that shocked me. First he told me that when I asked him if he wanted to do it all he heard was "I still love you.". Then he told me what he felt as he entered me and the feeling as my Hyman split as he withdrew for the second thrust.
I was totally shocked as I figured I had destroyed it with tampons.
I went back to college and on Labor day went to Kurt's house for the weekend. The college gave my boyfriend the number and he called found where I was and exploded. I didn't understand his reaction when he said he never wanted to see me again.
I struggled with school. Kurt was pushing for more sexy. I kept thinking about my boyfriend and couldn't focus on school. Finally my birthday came a week before Thanksgiving. Kurt proposed to me and I said yes for some reason.
The school was shut down for the holiday weekend so I signed out and went to Kurt's. He convinced me that we were going to get married so it was alright to have sex. I didn't enjoy it. He was big and it hurt. He wasn't gentle like my boyfriend.
We did it maybe a dozen times in the next month. Mid December I had failed every class and I went back home to plan my wedding. No date had been set.
Kurt came to see me and meet my parents around Christmas. He also wanted to meet my boyfriend. I didn't think that was a good idea. My Dad and Mom didn't like him at all. I said I was going to marry him whither they liked it or not. My Dad told me I was making a big mistake, that Kurt didn't love me and that my boyfriend did.
Well New years came and Kurt called and called the wedding off. He was being sent to Vietnam. I started thinking about things and the middle of February I called my boyfriend's mother to find out where he was assuming he was in Texas. I found he was home so I asked her to have him call. He didn't. The next day was Sunday and by around 4 I called and he answered the phone. Within an hour we were face to face.
College had been a disaster. The conversation the last few weeks cleared misunderstanding from 59-60 years ago.
I never stopped loving you was on our lips.
Our 58 anniversary is fast approaching.
This has been a long post and doesn't tell everything. My husband still loves long hair but says that is the most beautiful picture that has ever been taken of me. And I have a new appreciation for that night we gave up our virginity to pure love.
