1. Family is...wonderful, stressful, fun, drama. All of it. You love your family because they are family, but some of my most challenging relationships are with those genetically tied to me. I want my children to grow up knowing that a family is what you make it, that you don't have to be related to someone for them to be family, and that the more people that you have around you that love and cherish you the better life is.
2. Friends are...complicated. I need my girlfriend time now and then, but my true friends in this world aren't who I would call my best girlfriends. I have a co-worker that has shown more support and trustworthiness to me than some of my best friends. My youngest sister is a best friend and there isn't anything I wouldn't do for her. And Steven has turned into my one and only best friend in this world. He knows everything there is to know about me, and loves me unconditionally. I tell him everything, trust him with anything, and feel the best when I am with him.
3. Exes are good...learning experiences. I have figured out what I like, don't like, and how a perfect relationship would look to me. Exes are like experiments...you can't be mad if the results aren't what you expected. Live, love, and learn.
4. Strangers...make me nervous. I am skeptical of people that I don't know. I hold back, and resist getting to know people. You would have thought I would know better by now, because when I do get over this and get to know someone, I am always happy that I have done so.
5. Relationships are scary when they seem too good to be true.
Bonus: My first love was when I was 13. He was my first serious boyfriend, my first kiss. He was pretty developed for being 13...puberty wise that is. And he was sexually knowledgeable to a point that is alarming looking back on it. We had been together a few weeks when he kissed me and I thought it was the best feeling ever. A kissing addict was born that day in December of 1991. The physical aspect of our relationship escalated...he had parents that were way too trusting and left us alone way too much. He taught me how to give a blow job. He went down on me. We messed around like crazy, we got along great, and I LOVED HIM. We would talk about how we wanted to get married in 10 years...after college when we were 23. He had an honest to goodness mullet, braces, and lips that made me crazy. It is interesting that still, what turns me on most about a guy is his mouth and the area around his mouth. His parents smoked, and I loved to borrow clothes from him, and fall asleep breathing in the smell of him lightly laced with the smell of cigarettes. Also worth noting that smoking has never bugged me, and a yummy smelling guy that smells faintly of cigarettes is a turn on to me. In May of 1992 I lost my virginity to him (using 3 condoms...better safe than sorry). It was a one time deal, and through unfortunate circumstances (7th grade girls can be backstabbing bitches) our parents found out. Our relationship fizzled out from that point, ending a few months later. We were so used to being able to do whatever, and now we were under lock and key and watched like hawks. Playing video games when I knew how much I loved sucking cock wasn't cutting it. We had a rough few months once school started, typical teenage drama, but eventually remained friends, and when I have seen him as an adult here and there with our spouses it is all very friendly.
Someday it would be nice to thank this person for making my first sexual experience one that wasn't unpleasant, and I think that he should be thanked for teaching me to love the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth and the taste of hot cum running down my throat.
