Today is the birthday of the first boy who ever broke my heart. Funny that I remember the date, but I always do. I took him to lunch on his 18th birthday (some 24 years ago!) before we were even going out. I felt very much the sophisticated woman driving him to the sandwhich shop and paying for his food. He and I have kept in touch over the years (we used to write letters to each other, remember those?) through our different relationships and living in different countries. I haven't seen him since our 20th high school reunion, and when I did catch a glimpse of him across the room that night, my heart still fluttered. Some guys just do that to you. He is still one of the coolest men I know; I can only think of one other who compares, and yes, he broke my heart too.