My first love was my perfect mate.... we worked together for years... from teanage years to adulthood. We were highly competitive, but spent all of our time together. We loved to impress each other and challenge each other. Although we "fooled around" we were too young to know what could have been. We each moved on, but all spouses were jealous of the other. Sex happened only twice when we wee in our twenties... He loved to dangle the fact that he knew I was in love with him and he could fuck with my head. Several times, he would find out I was doing well and offer me a job.... I did it once, but it was a nightmare. He was still my first love... and I would have given everything up to be with him... even years later. It was as if he wanted more to "win" than to give into an obviously mutual adoration. Ironically, he wasn't much to look at and neither was his dick! LOL. I don't live in the past and I've cut him off from even trying to part of my life.... I just thought I'd throw it out there to see if anyone has had similar experiences. The whole thing (because it was my first love) truly damaged me, because it's hard for me to believe someone wants me just for me... Am just assuming they will take what they need and "dangle" the rest.