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Header: Jess Anderson in Madison Wisconsin
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First Love
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I really do believe that the first time is in some ways the best, for all the deficiencies one might see much later in life. Well, I guess it's a disaster for some people, often enough, but what I mean is that for me it was lastingly special, even though later I was to have far more developed and rewarding love relationships.

The main virtues were youth and idealism, I think. We were so romantic and of course I simply worshipped him. The story itself is under the first link on my boyfriends page, but I want to mention here the purity of heart that one loses -- at least I did -- later on, as a result of getting knocked around by this or that experience.

There was a wonderful freshness in our naiveté, I think. Maybe there was an aura of innocence that somehow shielded us. We sat in class with our chairs pushed together and our arms around one another's shoulders, right in front of god and country, from 7th grade through 10th, and no one said a word or raised an eyebrow.

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