This guy Eddie last night, sometime after I took these 1, 2, 3, 4 photos, told me his theory about love.  Everyone has three great loves of their lives. Their first love; their most emotional love and lastly, their true love. It’s an interesting theory. But it’s bogus. Technically.  Memory lane is calling my name. Welcome to my world.  Some names may have been changed.

Elvis. My first love.  Blonde curly hair, pretty blue eyes.  Quiet, shy and introverted. Met in an interesting way; actually knew each other as children; best friend in my tight knit circle of friends at school. Dated for 7 months. Typical back and forth high school bullshit; but it was a wonderful experience.  Long period of awkwardness after we broke up as we were still in the same small social circle. We were able to become friends again after the breakup. Nothing but fond feelings for Elvis and best wishes for his life with his beautiful wife Beth.

I think the theory is bogus though.  I can lay out my first love, but I can’t pick one “most emotional one” or my “true love.” I don’t even think I believe in the whole “one true love.” My husband and I are very much in love; but we aren’t perfect for each other.  There is nothing perfect about our relationship; and I am happier than I’ve ever been.  I just can’t lay claim to the term one true love. I know what people want that to mean for them; and I just can’t get a hold on what it means to me. Memory lane is calling my name. Welcome to my world.  Some names may have been changed.

There once was a boy named Wil. He was the lead on the ride complex where I worked in the fall of 95. We were friends; he was my “boss.” We’d hung out a couple of times outside of work; I didn’t think he liked me (i had a wee bit of a crush.) In the summer of 06 I worked in the office and he ride lead at one of the new attractions in the park. We were friends. One day, this cute boy named Kelly asked me to go with them to the movies.  During the movies Kelly flirted with me; and we kissed.  We started dating soon after that. Turns out Wil, for some reason, asked Kelly to ask me to the movies.  Kelly took the opportunity to move in on the girl Wil liked; and it ended up that he’d done it on purpose too. Wil and I became closer friends but didn’t do any actually hooking up until college.  When we did, I fell in love with him. I was sure he’d return the feelings; but he didn’t.  He told me that he didn’t love me, and even then I kept sleeping with him, knowing that he’d get those feelings back eventually. When I gave up and moved on he professed his love, again.  Then after a while he came out to me.  Seems I was the girl “who made him gay.” Or at least that’s how he introduced me to some people at a gay bar, during one of the last times I saw him.  I would like to see Wil again. Just would like to know if he’s still gay; or if he’s in love with me again.

I can’t say that Wil was my most emotional love either.  There were some very complex emotional things going on with him; still are really.  In fact, all my loves have very complex emotional things going on with them. That’s why they are Loves. I’ve had many love affairs over the years. I make no secret of my emotions. I’ve lead a life living in touch with my emotions. There’s no way to put a quantitative value like “most” on that life. Each one has affected me in a different way. Some good ways; and of course some bad. But I would be the woman I am now without each one of those loves. They are equally important to who and what I am. Theories like Eddie’s are ultimately flawed. It’s a good line to use at parties though. I will have to remember it.