The first time I met Blaine Anderson I was fifteen years old. Who would have ever thought that someone like me could grasp such interest in him. I had never been a popular kid. As far as I was concerned my non existent love life was to remain that way until I finally decided to stop denying the fact that my interest did not lie with the beautifully ignorant young ladies that roamed the halls of Chesterville High School. Their delicately curled hair and blushing cheeks could not hold my attention for any longer than a small child could, while talking of a topic and glitter and glue. The subject of my gaze being more directed at the young boys at the school was not something I cared to bring up, being a teenage boy in the late 50s didn’t leave me much of a choice when it came to my sexuality. Let alone actually telling people about it. However my acceptance of this fact was much underlying in the pure and unconditional friendship Blaine never failed to show to me. This is the story of my first and only love.