I have had so many first loves. I was pretty sure I was in love with a girl named Christina when I was 14. She liked me a lot as a "friend" and I was smitten with her. To this day I will often wonder what came of her. Never even kissed the girl, but I'd talk to her for hours on the phone. Me discovering feelings I'd never had before and her discovering her newfound powers of attraction.

Then when I was 16 I had my first serious girlfriend. She was the first girl I ever had sex with. Four of us friends skipped school one day and went to a friends house while her parents were at work. We had sex in our friends parents bedroom. I was in heaven. I was certain that this was my real first love. I wrote her poems, I hung out with her instead of my friends. We had sex everywhere possible, several times a day. This all lasted for 6 months. -An eternity back then. Then she broke up with me for a senior that she banged on spring break. -Broke my heart.

I didn't really "date" any other girls, but I had a very close girlfriend that we can call N. N and I are still friends to this day and I actually played guitar in her wedding. But... back in my senior year of high school, I was sure that I was in love with "N". She liked good music, we read comics together, she was cute as all hell and she could put down a six-pack of beer like one of the fellas. But... she had a boyfriend. She always had a boyfriend. We would stay up late, smoking cigarettes around a bonfire and she would snuggle up against me with her head on my shoulder and I was certain that I was in love for the first time. "N" will come back in to the picture.

Then I went off to college. My first two years there were uneventful from a romantic standpoint. I had met some girls that were nice and some that were the devil incarnate. But then, end of my sophomore year we threw a party at our house on campus. There was a pretty red-headed girl there and I ended up smooth talking my way in to kissing her and she stayed the night and we had sex. I figured it was just sex, she gave me her number though and I was excited to call her. I did the normal, wait a couple days so as not to seem desperate and then went to find the number. -It was gone. You younguns have to remember that this was before cell phones.

I spent the next three weeks looking everywhere on campus for her. She wasn't hard to miss. Lisa was a very pretty auburn haired, busty girl with a big smile and a bhindi on her forehead. Why? Because she was 19 and was trying to carve out her niche. She was the hot red-headed girl with the bhindi.

One day a few weeks later I saw her on campus sitting at a table by herself. Without hesitation I sat down opposite her. She turned redder than her hair. I explained about losing the number and she didn't buy it. She said, "you're just an asshole." I asked her to let me prove that I wasn't. We ended up dating for almost 5 years. I was sure that she was the first girl I had ever really loved.

Lisa and I attended the University of Montana together and when I came back to Michigan, she decided to come with me. We dated for one year in Michigan until one day, while arguing with her, I half in jest, half in truth said, "well maybe we should just break up then."

She agreed.

I was sad.

I was depressed though and it was time for a change. I weighed nearly 200 pounds back then. I now weigh 175 and I should probably be at 165. I was big, lazy, complacent and unhappy.

After just two months of being single I had lost almost 20 pounds, I was happier and I had begun hooking up with a steady string of girls.

One day, a girl I went to high school with named Shannon called me and asked me if I would like to go on a date with her friend? She was sure we would hit it off. I said, "no thanks, I don't blind dates," and left it at that.

I had started taking "N", you remember the girl from high school, out on a couple of dates. I was encouraged about it. She had just gotten out of a bad relationship and so had I.

I was managing a restaurant back then and one night my friend Shannon walked in with her friend "J". I looked at shannon as if to ask, "is that the girl you wanted to hook me up with?"

Shannon nodded, "yes."

I gave her a quick "thumbs up". -J was gorgeous.

I dated J for six months before I asked her to marry me and six months later we were married. You may ask, what about "N"? Well, I thought a lot about this as it was sort of a choice between "N" and "J". "J" really liked me and I wasn't a "fall-back" or "runner-up" for her, I was her first pick. We were both new to each other and that's a lot of fun.

I married "J" and I was sure that she was the first woman that I had ever really been in love with.

You may be noticing a pattern here. You may think to yourself, alright thenewgreen doesn't have a real answer to this question... but I do.

On December 17th 2010 my daughter was born. -That was the first time I had really, truly and completely ever fallen in love. Not just with her, but with her mother too. That changed everything. -They are my first true-loves.