My first real boyfriend (as in, I spent time with him outside of school) was a complete douchenozzle. He ended up cheating on me. I found out from the girl he was cheating on me with (she called to see if he had broken up with me yet). Complete douchey loser. He's 18 with two kids now- from two different mothers. I'm so frickin' happy I didn't end up as one of them. I'm still pissed, though, that he was my first kiss.
My next relationship was with Marion. She's currently one of my best friends, but for a few months of our sophomore year, we thought we could be more. So we tried it and it failed, but we're still really good friends- we even joke about it!
After her was Alex. He was a great kid and I still feel awful about breaking his heart, but he was getting too possesive and while I don't mind a guy occasionally standing up for me or anything, when it comes down to me hardly ever getting a say in anything, it's time to go. I'm too independent for that.
And now there's John. And he's something else entirely. We're polar opposites. He's a republican to my democrat. He's a Mets fan to my Red Sox. He's a New Yorker to my quasi-Bostonian. He's a Jets fan to my Patriots. But he understands who I am. And he's a good hearted guy. He and I know we'll both never see completely eye-to-eye on everything, but we know how to compromise like nobody's business. He's everything I could want and then some. I haven't seen him in almost a year and I miss him like you wouldn't believe. One month until he comes to visit and I'm going nuts with waiting. It's worse than that last month before a Disney trip!