The First

Ah, the First. No, I am not referring to the final foe of Ms. Buffy Summers. Even though this particular First can cause as much carnage and mayhem as The First Evil, I am referring to the First Love.  You know, the boy that broke your heart so bad and no matter how many evil things he might have done, you still remember him fondly. And even though I wasn’t meant to spend the rest of my life with, I am somehow cosmically connected to. Yes. That First.

He wasn’t the first guy I dated. That happened when I was sixteen and just coming to terms with my sexuality and I was lucky enough to find another fledgling gay boy. So, obviously it was love  – or at least that is what I thought. This ridiculous notion seemed to carry me through my next couple of relationships in college. Continue Reading…


Filed under AIDS, Dating, Gay, HIV, HIV/AIDS, New York City

2 responses to “The First

  1. #Hiv is not over!

    Why does the models in photos people use for their articles always have to look like they walked off magazine model shoot?

    • positivelydatingnyc

      HA…well, I don’t pick the photos, the good people at do. I actually like this one 🙂

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