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Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
Unfortunately the only thing going in the town I grew up is hockey so almost as a default hockey players became the main focus of my budding wanton desires - and that has been a little hard to shake.
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Freaky, I have not thought about this for almost 20 years.
My first crush was on my swimming coach. I was 11 or 12 -- his name was Tad and he was dreamy. He could have been no more than 17. My mother and my aunts were tickled and teased me mercilessly. I can still remember that hairless chest as he helped me work on my breaststroke.
My first "boyfriend" was when I was 13. Our mothers were friends so we spent a lot of time together at their beach house or sailing. I would accompany our mothers to watch him play basketball for his school and dutifully cheer. He was a gorgeous blond surfer type, and our mothers held out hope for decades that we would get back together.
No surprise then that once I started to date, I dated athletes.
