Do you remember the first time you thought the opposite *** was attractive?

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Azariah

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for me it was my cousin, i didnt have sexual thoughts, just thought that she was pretty. i was about 7 years old. my cousin was younger than me about two years.
 
I remember "liking" becoming a thing, at around the second half of 5th grade. Definitely by the 6th.

I didn't participate, I didn't know what to say or do, I wasn't really prepared, and I didn't think these "relationships" were real, because I figured nobody even knew who they were yet. I thought it was all shallow anyway, like I thought the guys just liked the girls for looks, and the girls just liked the guys for looks, muscles, money, or some miscellaneous skill like guitar or skateboarding. Or access to booze and weed. But I wasn't bothered, because I had other interests anyway that I was more into. And when I was that young, it was still easy to brush off. I wasn't thinking about girls that much, and not having a relationship didn't bother me as much. I thought there was time to figure it out later, and besides, I had Star Wars and other things like that, instead. Honestly I kind of miss that way of thinking, that way of life. But time goes on, whether we want it to or not. Some days I wish I could go back, though.

But I'd have to say I first started noticing girls in that way, around then. So I guess I was around 10 or thereabouts.
 
my first crush was in the 7th grade. we just randomly looked at each other in the hallway on our way to our classes and she was smiling, i was smiling, she had a wonderful smile.
 
When I was eight, the girl across the street. She said " You're a pretty boy " and I remember thinking " Girls are pretty ... I'm not a girl... you're a girl.... you're pretty ..... you're bloody gorgeous love! ". We hung out together after school for about a week then one afternoon, outside the sweet shop, the lads from school I usually hung out with started taking the mickey and one pushed me over. I grazed my knee and my jeans got ripped. I never spoke to her again and they bloody stole my hubba bubba too! freaking twats.
 
A friend's sister in 4th grade. I never had a sister of my own and I had this bizarre and inexplicable fascination with his sister. I even snuck into her bedroom when the whole family was gone (my friend was asleep) out of agonized curiosity. It was a strange wonderland that I could not identify with whatsoever. It was far too clean, for one. She once crawled into the bed that my friend and I were going to sleep in and my friend yelled "get out of there! You look horny!" I had no idea what the word meant, but I remember enjoying watching her snuggle and wriggle into the covers. She even smiled at me when she pulled the covers over herself. Looking back, I think we liked each other, because she kept telling me how ugly she thought I was and I kept telling her the same. We made a point of telling each other as often as possible. Yet she always came around when I slept over at my friend's house. I fell ill once when I was over there and while we waited for my parents to pick me up she completely doted on me, which I remember feeling ecstatic about. Neither of us had a clue, of course, but looking back there was some real confused and bumbled childhood passion going on. I fell out with the friend later and completely lost track of his sister. Oh well.
 
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I never really have…. I obviously only find myself attractive 🪞🥰

jokes aside idk… i dont particularly find much about men attractive visually, i find their strength attractive… nothing makes me wanna put the candles on like a man that can open a jar for me … and if he can reach the top of my wardrobe and get my desired handbag for the evening without using my steps… I wont be going bloody anywhere 😍
 
I was 4 - 7.
I remember the girl, too.
Our mothers both knew, they thought it was cute so they let us play together for a while...
At least, until my mother learned a little more about their family...

Her biological father was involved in some shady business.
Their house was subjected to drive-by shootings.
I was actually there one time when it happened.

Her parents had trained her to treat it like a sort of scary survival game. The father had heavily reinforced the interior with lumber as his dayjob cover was in landscaping and construction. In retrospect I'm pretty sure he was a cartel smuggler.

I don't remember much, just her telling me to help push stuff against the walls that he'd already reinforced, and to go hide on the other side of the house.

I'm...not comfortable talking about this in detail publicly, only because in adulthood I tried to look them up, her and her younger brother, in my late teens/early 20s, just to reconnect as adults, and I'd found that they'd both had previous records which had been expunged, but the disturbing part is that they were classified under some kind of witness protection program.

I'd ran into her only a couple times in my teens, the last of which was when I was 17 at a restaurant. She'd completely changed her hair, went by a different name entirely, and even though she knew who I was she talked very indirectly to me as if she was being recorded or watched. She gave me a suggestive look of concern with her eyes as if to say "get out of here" and so I just took that notion and ran with it and never looked back.

That whole night was hazy for me. I was sober, I hadn't started experimenting with drugs and alcohol yet, but by my early teens I developed hardcore insomnia and by my late teens I was stone cold sober awake 4 days at a time without sleep, so my memory is a little hazy from them, along from some other stuff that happened to me in my teens.

I never saw her again.
I looked her and her brother up, they'd had a couple other arrest records under their legal birth name, but again expunged, all charges dropped, and again off the books of identity, no signs of online activity, literally the only two people I've ever known who *never* touched Social Media, not even MySpace during its time.

The whole of it is sort of a permanent Blue Dahlia style mystery in my mind. **** knows where she and him are now. Honestly it kind of gives me chills to think about given my own experiences with shady people.
 

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