I was in 1st grade, he was in 2nd.  I chased him all over the school yard calling him Eddie Spaghetti.  Summer came & the new school year...he moved up to 3rd grade & a new playground...end of crush.

Well, if Eddie Spaghetti had any meatballs, he would have been running after you, not from you :>)

I hope you've healed and lost your appetite for Eddie. 

My first great love's name was Gene.  He lived at the end of our dirt road out in Fruitvale and I thought he was the greatest guy on earth.  I must have been around 10-11 or so.  One day he told me his family was moving and off he went...out of my life all together.  I never saw him or heard from him again.  I was sitting in my room crying when my Mom came in to see what was wrong and I emptied my broken heart on her shoulder.  Wish I could remember his last name.

When I was a freshman, I had a terrible crush on a guy who asked me to go steady,  That lasted a week or two and then he approached me on the street, in front of Ted Hands used car lot on 24th where I waited for my sister to pick me to ride home from high school to the boonies in Fruitvale.  He drove up, came over to me, told me his parents wouldn't let him go steady and asked for the ring back.  His friend was sitting in the car wating for him so not only was I heart broken, I was humiliated.  The guy in the car was the one who I later married.   Heee..didn't take long for me to get over THAT broken heart.

I've never had my heart broken before. And I swear I'll never let anyone break it. I SWEAR.

I have decided that someday I'm going to marry a cowboy, because cowboys are cool. Or maybe a farmer. Some boy who knows how to run a farm, ranch and ride a horse. Yeah, I know I'm crazy.

I had a conversation with a friend recently about heartbreaks. I told him that I was certainly no fool and would never set myself up to break my own heart. He said maybe I was more foolish than he had thought. It's not my fault he's had his heart broken multiple times. Psh...darn boys! What do they really know?

I was 15     my sister had her girlfriend over for the night    for some reason I was attracted to her  I mean she was only 13

 All 3 of us stayed up all night and it was like we had been together for ever   I had been seeing other girls way before her but this wasn't another girl      My 1st real feeling about girls      Sheila A.   I even wrote her a song  I won't sing it here but the title was   Cry Baby  

I worked in the summers @ Sam Lynn Ball Park     so I was loaded   money was nothing to me   In those days a Gold chain  with a swivel and a nice $ 3.00 ring made any girl stand out in the crowd   "Leave Alone Going Steady"

I was proud I had pinned a beauty     All that summer we were together most of the time riding my bike   her on the front handle bars   Jefferson Park Swimming  and the Tejon Theater It was a great summer

I had a Guitar   Leather Jacket    White T shirt    Black Boots and my Levi's rolled under  I was a Elvis   and those Levi's were never Washed     that would have been a ( Sin ) to wash them      I swear they could stand up in a corner @ night

Then the real Elvis came to town @ the Fox    Love Me Tender   I had to see His 1st Movie     My phone calls that day were never answered I wanted to take her and we could enjoy Elvis together     so a couple buddies went with me we sat upstairs way in the back    When this so called Movie started   about half way though I thought the 3 of us were going to    "PUKE"   GOD this wasn't the Elvis we wanted      One of my Buddies said isn't that Sheila down there ?

Here I'm sitting with my buddies  Leather Black Jacket  Levi's   Boots  and my girlfriend sitting about 5 rows in front of us making out with a stranger      Pain  such Pain   I had never felt before    and I never ever did feel that Pain again I made a point of breaking up with girl friends after her so I would never feel like that again

I went with Rita, Connie, Sharon and I let it last about 3 months and then I would break up with them  I swore never again that was to painful

After Sharon I told myself I would never go with a girl again till I found one I would Marry   Even now thinking about Rita,Connie and Sharon I get this thing in my Heart about them and thinking they must have been hurt like I was that day with Elvis and I'm Sorry for hurting them

PS:   about 6 months after Sharon whom I really cared for a Beauty from North High and a girl I spent one week @ Yosemite Park with    Me and her and our folks another great summer   but i broke up didn't want that pain

Then one day I'm sitting across the street from EB @ Burger King with my Buddy Larry and here come's a 5' German Beauty and her older sister   like they had no worries in the World two Freshman EB High   She had a long Purple dress that came down to her Calf's  and those Calve's  never had I ever seen such beauty  Purple is still my favorite color I guess you can tell by my pic here

Well 47 years 3 kids  8 G/kids and one Great Grand Son  I Still Love Looking and Touching those CALVE'S

PS again   when I said two freshman sister's  her older sister was helt back a year   Larry and Margaret were married 6 months after me and Nan   and my neighbor Julie a friend that lived across the street from me on Potomac  married there brother Jimmy my other best Buddy  he died of cancer in 2003 married to Julie Larry and Mart still married me and Nan   and they said it wouldn't LAST

OK OK No More PS 

First  "real" love

I couldn't sleep

got my draft notice

didn't want to go

even to Fort Ord (let alone thereafter......)

drove to other side of town in one of my brothers already in VN's little veedub

knocked on door. no answer. heard muffled laughter. door open so pushed it open. light splashed in like a bucket a hog slop. there she wuz............ some guy on top of her.......... they looked like deer in headlights..... the both of em. at least they had a blanket over em.

I'd  a killed em both if I'd a had a gun. him first. then let her lay there him a bleedin all over her

but, no gun ....so I just drove  veedub back across town and swam fifty laps in filthy green water of cracked and gunnite checked little pool in tennament I lived in. it was 6 in the morning. kinda cold..... hardly felt it..... me skinnier'n Murphy too....

She came and saw me off on bus to Ord. One minute I coulda killed her, the next I was clabbered buttermilk. churin inside but melted like a stick of land o lakes on the hood of a chevy in the summer.... my stupid "feelings" runnin down in rivulets between the hood and fender........... never again I told myself. but I couldn't let go of her until bus driver yelled at me "come on boy, your in the oarmy now! she'll write you.....haha!"

She did though...... for about 3 months. I think I was in AIT somewhere around Angola in Lowsianna (Fort Polk) when she stopped a writin.........

guess she found someone smart enough to not get drafted....... I still think about her..... that how stupid I am......(guess draft kinda is like jury duty? If ya ain't smart enough ta get out of it ya probably ain't smart enough ta do it  (Army)   "right" -- haha!)

I hurt over her for a long time. like a an ulcer that I wished would go away but really kinda appreciated because it reminded me I lived once....... Ain't love grand?

Broken hearts,I've had me a few,the details only important to me. More devastating,to me,would be a life with no broken heart.

IMHO~ losing my children and my resulting hearts stop, tops any broken heart I  ever  had over a man.