My first love is not in my life. I broke her heart when I went into the Navy.
We had a great thing, and yes, the sex was great.
I still think she's great. Always laughing and smiling, bright green eyes and red hair. She's a hot redhead. We'd head to South Street in Philly and guys would check her out. It's the only time I felt overly protective.
If I were single I'd pursue her but I'm with a great woman now who treats me like gold. Buys me craft beer that she thinks I might like, cooks me dinner, runs a hot bath for me after work, tells me to spend time with the boys, and bought me a Mustang GT when we were first together that I had talked myself out of and she felt I deserved. Hell yeah, she's a keeper.