Who broke your mold?

[skipthisone]

Cheyanne's thread about her daughter got on the topic of someone coming along and saving or changing you in life. I am sure a lot of us had that person. It might have been a relation or could have been a friend....So who did it and how old were you???

[skipthisone]

Mine didnt happen till I was 19. I was already on my own since I didnt get along with my parents at all. I was by my own admition a raging geek. I had just started hanging out at a bar 3 or 4 nights a week and everyone thought I was 21. Then I met Shara...she was a bright and nice looking woman and was probably the 1st person of above average looks to ever talk to my very introvert self. Anyhow, we chatted everynight in the bar and one day she asked me to go shopping with her. She ended up picking out clothes for me and I was going along like it was no big deal. When we got back to my apartment we ended up naked and to be honest I dont think I put clothes on for that whole weekend. She taught me everything I now know about sex, real drinking, and just how to have a good time.

She ended up being my fuck-buddy and best friend for about 5 years. We would sleep with people and then come to her or my house later and get into bed and talk about it. We never dated serious and in fact I have no clue where she is today, but still hold her in the highest regard.

Actually now that I think about it, she created Skip. I just let him die for years until I came back to pixies.

[Aqua]

Probably would say that title goes to my older bro. My parents never gave me 'The Talk', but he did, and he told it like it is. No euphemisms but straight talk on what sex is, and how to do it right. Where to touch a girl, how to judge her reactions, when to let up... basically how to please her while having a good time as well.

[Lilith]

I was born in the city then transplanted into this really rural area just as I was hitting those awkward stages. It was hell to me. No one spoke my language or knew what the hell to do with me. I was just so different and the community quickly made me feel as if my different was wrong.

Then one summer Hillary came. She drove a blue convertible VW with wild palm trees painted all over it. She was a friend of a neighbor and she took me under her wing. She introduced me to the B52s and tampons. She took me off to smoke and go to the swimming hole in her barely there bathing suit. She had no worries about what people thought of her. She was true to herself and for a short while had me convinced I was a goddess just like her.

[LixyChick]

I was a babe in the woods! I knew NOTHIN about NOTHIN! I did the cursory, "playing doctor" stuff with my friends, but actually never heard of a penis or vagina or breasts or anything, for that matter. My parents never talked about that stuff to me. I met Christine (and her family) about two days after we moved into our new home. I met Stephen on the very first day (him and his scary dog, Skippy! I know....I know....but you don't know Skippy!). Stephen and I became very close friends and explored one another like we were trying to discover the cure (for what I don't know.....and got caught once by his mom too.....a scary woman she was). Christine taught me terms and showed me "how" to use my stuff (she also taught me how to smoke...but another story, indeed). How I remained a virgin till I was 14, with those two around, is totally beyond me!

I graduated high school with Stephen, and Christine was one year in front of us. All through our coming up.....we'd meet occasionally and hang together and talk of the "good times" and laugh!

Most memorable moments with Christine....She taught me to ride a two wheeler, she taught me to smoke (age 7....don't preach!), she taught me to sneak into the Policemen's picnic...act like a child of a cop and win all the prizes of the day (three legged race, two-man sack race, etc.) and eat all the picnic stuff and jump the 6" fence with barbed wire on the top, to sneak out again, she made our neighbor come over and show us his "penis"...he was younger than us and we tricked him into it (my first glimpse of a real penis without anyone trying to hide it....like my dad or brother), she told me that my "pee-pee" was actually a vagina and all girls had them and when we got old enough we would bleed from it (OMG! I cried about that one......I still do, come to think of it) but she said that when we weren't bleeding, men would love it (this could splain alot about my philosophy on fucking on the rag), she taught me to climb trees and jump out of them without getting hurt (till my brother shot me outta one while aiming a bow and arrow at me, and I broke my arm.....nuther long story), she taught me about french kissing (I use my tongue?) and she seemed to be there whenever I had a question!

Most memorable moments with Stephen........He always wanted to play "touch" football.....but his touch was more like a tackle (he was a larger than average child), we experimented with touch in a more private way when we pulled ours pants down and fondled one another....till his mom caught us and told my mom.....OH MY!, he always asked me to dinner at his house so he could sit beside me at the dinner table and rub my thigh (if his dad caught us doing this we would have been dead then and there), They called him "wheels" in high school cause he always had the best cars but I only ever called him Stephen (still do), he NEVER, EVER asked me out on a "date" as we got older and to this day I hold it against him (I talked to him on the phone last month and kidded him about it....told him he owes me a dinner for all the free gropes he got...he laughed....but still no friggin date!...LOL!).

I still communicate with Christine and Stephen every now and then...........and as I said, we talk of "the good ole days" and laugh......and most recently, cry....together (for the loss of my brother...they both knew him too!).

Think I'll go make some phone calls....LOL! Thanks skip! Great thread!

[PantyFanatic]

Who broke your mold?

Lilith :eek:






she brakes everything. :(

[Cheyanne]

I am pecking my mold from the inside out.....

[BlueSwede]

I would say that I broke my own mold. Or maybe it isn't that I broke my own mold but that at age 21 I became brave enough to openly live my values and beliefs rather than squelch them to try to make others, such as my parents, happy. My decisions at that time radically changed my life, but it was a matter of either losing a great deal but being able to live with myself or compromise who I truly was for others.

[jennaflower]

skip.. are you talking.... sexually.. or in general... two different people for me...

[skipthisone]

whatever couch you want to get on Jenna

[dm383]

Forgive me for rambling.....I am TOTALLY out of it tonight!!

Anyway....... for me, it was my "first love" ... Marion. I met her at college..... me 17, her 22..... a match made in heaven!! NOT!! She taught me what is was/is to love a woman.. in ALL senses of the word! I adored her, and would have done anything for her, at the time! As it turned out, what she wanted was a baby of her own.... and she'd picked ME to provide it!! (Why? I don't know, to this day!!) Anyway, she duly managed to get pregnant... and "fucked me off" as soon as she found out! So there I was... 17, and a "dad to be", with NO rights or say in what was to happen.
She went back to live with her parents; seems I was EVERY "bad bastard" that ever lived.... I saw my daughter once, for about half an hour, when she was 6 months old. What I DIDN'T know was.. Marion was a junkie - hooked on Heroin and speed - which impacted on Claire (my daughter) ... the ultimate result of THAT was, Claire died 5 years ago, of liver/kidney failure; she'd been plagued with problems with these all her life! (I didn't find all this out til AFTER she died). She was 17 years old.
The whole episode of her death had a profound effect on me; it was the "beginning of the end" for my wife and I; she wasn't there for me (literally, she was 200 miles away) and I went to pieces for months! I turned to other women for help & support..... a BAD mistake, on reflection.
But....... every cloud has a silver lining, so they say..... now I am in love with a wonderful woman (Celticangel) who accepts me despite my faults & foibles, as I accept her; she has had her own problems, and we support each other about these, as well as sharing our own, special, love.
If it wasn't for all these women in my life, I wouldn't be the person I am today; someone I'm happy with, and who someone I love, cherish and respect can call her man.

Sorry to go on so..... it just seemed the right time to vent!!

DM

[Lilith]

(((((DM)))))

[Sharni]

Feel free to vent anytime DM *HUGZ*

[jennaflower]

thanks for the clarification Skip :)

In my case, the one person who caused my "mold" to break... was a teacher whom I remember fondly. During my high school years, out of a desire to set myself apart from most of the rest, I decided to enroll in and take 2 years worth of Autoshop... yep.. and believe me.. I learned more than just what is under the hood of a car... it was a great life experience for me. I had always felt more at ease around guys and completely enjoyed the time I spent under their "protection". The teacher, a wonderful man who was unlike any other teacher I had ever come in contact with (long black hair in a pony tail, drove a harley) became more than "just" a teacher to me... no.. not like THAT... but definetly a guidance.. a man who made me feel as tho I was important. He often counseled me when I was doing things that were probably not going to be for my benefit. He had an open door policy with all of his students. If anyone needed him, no matter the hour, he was there... to listen.. to advise.. but never to judge. I can't tell you how often I spent talking to him about things in my life...

One day in particular.. his advice changed my life in a way that has never been matched. <flash back> When I was 18, I was in a very long term relationship with (who I still consider to be the love of my life) a guy whom I had been seeing since I was 12... until the one day I discovered that he had made the choice to sleep with a friend... and got her pregnant... my world was distroyed.... I remember sitting behind the steering wheel of my car, and having no idea where to go... I began to drive... crying.. and ended up at Mr. Rodarte's door... Thankfully he was home, and a long discussion began... over a period of several hours we discussed my life.. and what I was now planning on doing (I had graduated 2 months prior)... it was then that he put the idea into my head.... to join the military.

I left his house... and I went directly over to the recruiting station.. one week later, I enlisted... 3 months later I went to boot camp..

I can say with complete certainty that without him bringing up the option.. I would have never done it...

[BigBear57]

My Dad was definitely my guide and mentor. For the first 18 years or so of my life he had a worsening problem with the drink that sorta left me as a teen with the impression that life was all about drinking and partying. When I turned 18 he saw the light and cleaned up his act. He joined AA and started a new path of meetings and new friends. I felt almost betrayed. I'd finally gotten old enough to drink and party with him and he wasn't there anymore. It took me awhile to realise what a great change he'd made. His example of helping others with similar curses and constantly planting small seeds of wisdom in my head as I tripped and stumbled down the thorny paths of my younger years made a world of difference in me. He never told me don't drink. He always said if you're going to, be careful and if you need me call me and I'm there. He allowed me to see that the party life wasn't all it appeared. In his latter years, we were the best of friends. I now cherish every second we spent together. He left me with a love for people, laughter and family. I'd give all I have for just one more fishing trip not catching any fish but laughing so hard my tummy hurt coming home. (the man talked to his bait Y'all) He was and is the most important person in my life and I miss him sorely. Father's Day, well just before will be 4 yrs now. I still hear him at times, especially when I talk to my kids. I get chills when I hear his voice come from my mouth, but then I'm proud too. I can't think of another I'd want to sound like.

[BigBear57]

Oh and sexually I'm molded again, any breakers? LOL