This is a tribute to my first love, Andrew. It's amazing how everything happens so fast when you're young and in love, especially with that first boyfriend.

Day 1

It was lunchtime and my high school and I was hanging with some friends. Some random guy had joined our group and I thought was cute. I was talking with my friends, and suddenly the cute guy and I were talking. His name was Andrew, and I thought he was the hottest guy I had ever seen. As our conversation continued it became clear that he was into me. At first I just suspected he was interested, then I thought he probably was, then I knew it for sure.

I couldn't believe this hot guy was interested in ME, because my girlfriends were all there and I thought they were prettier than me.

Day 2

By Day 2, all my friends knew that Andrew and I hit it off yesterday. I would complain about this, but I couldn't because it was my fault. I've been gushing about Andrew to everyone.
So, because everyone knew we had hit it off, they kept pressuring us to go to this upcoming school dance together. The Valentine's Day Dance. Finally, perhaps caving under the pressure or perhaps because he really wanted to, Andrew asked me. He was so polite and formal about it, too. I still remember his exact words: we were talking about who-cares-what when he turned to me and said, "Laura, would you like to go to the Valentine's Day Dance with me?"

Day 3

For the third day in a row, Andrew joined my group of friends for lunch. And by lunch, I mean eating cafeteria fries behind the science wing. We were basically acting like a couple already, since we planned to go to the dance together. Cuddling, holding hands, all that.
As the lunch period ended, we really wanted to spend more time together. We could cut class and hang out - if only we could think of something to do. There was nothing to do within walking distance of my high school, and Andrew and I were too young to drive.
Finally, he asked me if I wanted to go fool around in The Dugout, which was a baseball dugout, a place where everyone at my school made out and had sex. This gave us an excuse to hang out more, but resulted in an awkward moment when we got to the Dugout and realized that neither of us knew what to do, or how to start. Finally we started talking and realized that neither of us actually wanted to fool around. When we left, he put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. Does that count as first base?

Day 4: The Dance

We had to ride

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