First real boy friend was my freshman year in college. He was a sophomore, the center on the football team. Going to a church affiliated college, you can imagine that our relationship had to be SUPER clandestine. It did not end happily. He took a lot of ribbing from his jock buddies for being seen with me (who was a 125 pound weakling) and basically ended it a few weeks before the end of the year because of the pressure they were putting on him. On the last day of the term, he came to see me in my dorm room. He told me he had been desperately unhappy, had failed every exam, and wasn't returning to college, but he begged me to get back with him. I refused. Having my heart broken once was enough. Last I heard he enlisted in the Marines (this was during the Vietnam War). Years later when in Washington, D.C., I checked the Wall for his name, and it wasn't there, so he at least survived it.