Super long and rambling story. It just feels good to get some of this off my chest and we all need a good rant everyone once in a while.
Went on a first date with a guy and the date itself was pretty awesome and sometime during it I mentioned that I had never been kissed (I'm in my twenties) and I was saving my first kiss for a special moment with a special somebody. I even said that I'd like to have it somewhere memorable like a park or something (I know it's corny, but I just wanted to say to my kids or to my future husband or something 'look, I/we had my first kiss there).
He walks me to work, and I go to kiss him on the forehead when he grabs my chin, tilts my face upwards and kisses me. With tongue. Don't ever kiss with tongue on the first kiss.
The next few moments was me reassuring him I liked it when I really didn't. I felt really sad and upset because I had been saving my first kiss for someone special and this was our first date. And he decided to kiss me at my workplace, a place I absolutely hated, with my boss probably watching on the security camera's. But I couldn't say that out loud because the rest of the date went great and I did want to give the relationship a shot. (It's kind of sad, I wasn't expecting fireworks when it came to a first kiss, but for the whole duration of the relationship the kiss still made me feel regret. Like I shouldn't have tried to kiss him on the forehead because to him that gave the okay for a kiss on the lips, but still, you can never fully predict another persons actions).
And so he became my first boyfriend, and I had a lot of first things with him (first kiss, first dating announcement, first 'good morning beautiful' texts), and then I had my first break-up. He was going to get a job out of state and a week prior asked me to move with him only to change his mind once he found out an ex-gf he evidentially thought he had a shot with lived there. He couldn't (and still can't) understand why I was so upset and sobbing.
I still feel heartbroken over the whole ordeal because I had saved so many firsts for someone special and he took them all like a kid who takes the whole candy bowl that has the 'take one' sign on it.
I really wish that wasn't the way the cookie crumbled, but it is. I learned a lot of good lessons, like the 'don't trust someone who only has crazy exes' lesson which I had no idea existed until post-break-up. And even now a few years down the road I hope his foot gets run over by a truck.
But still it's not the worst thing in the world, it's just a sugar-free cookie type of deal.