Today, I'm pleased to have the wonderful Cally Taylor on my blog. Cally's second novel, Home for Christmas, is due out shortly. I've recently finished it, and it's a fantastic, heart-warming, perfect holiday read with characters everyone can easily relate to. I'd definitely recommend it.
Over to Cally!
Everyone can remember their first kiss and
most people, unless they were particularly drunk, can remember when they lost
their virginity. But how about the first time a boyfriend or girlfriend said 'I
love you'? How old were you? Fifteen? Eighteen? Twenty? Older?
I
had to wait until I was twenty-three to hear those precious three little words
for the first time. It wasn't that I hadn't had boyfriends - I'd had three by
that point, but none of them had ever told me they loved me.
First
was Casper*. We were 15, at different boarding schools and would sneak out at
night to meet on the Malvern Hills for elicit snogs. Casper was astonishingly
handsome and very intelligent but when he sent me a beautifully eloquent letter
over Christmas holidays, telling me how much he enjoyed our time together, I
freaked out that he was getting too 'heavy' and finished things. He never
said‘I love you’ (hardly surprising considering..).
Next
up was Jake. I was 18 and spending my gap year sharing a house with a bunch of
strangers in Worcester while I did a secretarial admin course. He was a friend
of one of my housemates - 23, a chef and rode a motorbike. I fell hard and fast
and so, it seemed did Jake, initially at least but as we approached the fateful
3 month mark (what is it about 3 months and make or break moments in
relationships?) he started to pull away. When he finished with me he said it
was because I was going to uni that autumn and he didn't want to get hurt. He
never said I love you.
My
third relationship was with Ben. I was 21, had spent my 3 years at uni single
(apart from the odd dalliance) but was still hanging around Newcastle, helping
out at Drama Society while I tried to get a job. Ben was a second year stats
student who was in the Music Society with a friend of mine. She was convinced
we were perfect for each other and set us up on a blind date. We got on
stormingly and were together for 3 months (there's that time frame again!) when
Ben decided to give up his course, move back to Sussex and wave goodbye to our
relationship at the same time. He never said I love you.
Not
long after Ben and I split up I moved to London and got a job. The years rolled
by and, before I knew it, I was nearly 23 and still hadn't heard those three
little words. How come everyone else I knew had been told 'I love you', but not
me? Just like Beth in my novel 'Home for Christmas' I started to worry that
maybe there was something intrinsically unlovable about me.
So,
what would you think if I told you that the Internet was directly responsible
for me FINALLY finding love just a couple of months after my 23rd birthday? Would
you judge me if I told you I flew to the Netherlands, without telling anyone,
to spend the weekend with 20 year old Frank, a man I'd only ever talked to
online? And that, 48 hours after we first hugged hello, he told me he loved me
(and I said it back)? And that he spent Christmas with my family and we dated
for nine whole months before I realised that...
But that’s another story!
How about you tell me about the first time
you were told 'I love you' instead...
*All names changed to protect the guilty
innocent
Talli says: How's that for a cliffhanger? I want to know more about Frank! Thank you, Cally. Here's more about Cally's book:
Beth Prince has always loved fairytales and
now, aged twenty-four, she feels like she's finally on the verge of her own
happily ever after. She lives by the seaside, works in the Picturebox - a
charming but rundown independent cinema - and has a boyfriend who's so debonair
and charming she can't believe her luck! There's just one problem - none of her
boyfriends have ever told her they love her and it doesn't look like Aiden's
going to say it any time soon. Desperate to hear 'I love you' for the first time
Beth takes matters into her own hands - and instantly wishes she hadn't. Just
when it seems like her luck can't get any worse, bad news arrives in the
devilishly handsome shape of Matt Jones. Matt is the regional director of a
multiplex cinema and he's determined to get his hands on the Picturebox by
Christmas. Can Beth keep her job, her man and her home or is her
romantic-comedy life about to turn into a disaster movie?
‘Home for Christmas’ by Cally Taylor will
be published by Orion paperbacks on 10th November and is available
for pre-order from Amazon.co.uk
now. Cally can also be found on her blog, Facebook, Twitter or website.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
I'm actually struggling to remember the first time anyone said I love you. Eeep! Guess I'm not very sentimental. I do remember a boyfriend who will not be named saying it whilst drunk, then later retracting it. How romantic.
ReplyDeleteOh, my! I can't remember the first time either! That makes me sad....I'll never be able to tell my kids, but they are all boys so they probably don't care anyways. BUT I do know I was sixteen b/c I dated the guy for over four years.
ReplyDeleteI love the cover of your book! Can't wait to read it!
Oh, good, thank God you can't remember either, Tonya! :)
ReplyDeleteCally, where are you? Tell us about Frank! Enquiring minds...
I was 16 the first time a boy said he loved me. We dated for three years...but, that's another story.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Talli, I want to know what happened with Frank. You travelled so far...
Love the stories!
Thanks for the recommend...have a great weekend! I was 12...I'm pretty sure he only thought it was love : )
ReplyDeleteCally is what we call a tease!
ReplyDeleteI think I was twenty-three before I told a girl I loved her. Don't know how her story ended, but I's still telling that girl I love her every day.
Ha! Sorry guys 'Frank' reads my blog so there's only so much I can share in public!
ReplyDeleteI don't remember. But I can barely remember what I did yesterday.
ReplyDeleteThe book sounds wonderful, Cally. And the cover is quite inviting. Best of luck!!
ReplyDeleteI remember the first time my hubby told me he loved me. We were still 'just' dating. It was during a serious conversation--about what, I don't remember. But I do remember it slipping off his tongue and then his face lighting up like a Christmas Tree. lol
Cally, you're such a tease. We all need to know what happened to Frank!
ReplyDeleteI don't remember the first time anyone said I love you either. How sad is that? :(
I'm the same - I can't remember the first time that a boyfriend said I love you. I will be adding this book to my 'to-read' list - it just keeps growing. I think I have a wish list of about 40 books now! I love holiday based books - I am longing for Christmas now.
ReplyDeleteI can remember, as though it was only yesterday yet it was all of 50 years ago in Novemeber,
ReplyDeleteI would like to thank you for your support yesterday. Someone wrote a comment ......not about my poetry but something vindictive about me, not knowing who or where this person was put the frighteners on me.
Enjoy your week-end.
Yvonne.
This sounds so delicious I MUST HAVE IT. And with cover art like that I never say no.
ReplyDeleteThis was such a fun post Talli! Great way to start my Friday!
Oh, make me think so early in the morning...I still can't remember. How sad.
ReplyDeleteThe book looks great Cally, best of luck with it.
Thanks Talli for another great post.
Oh Lord. I can't remember, Cally.Of course, I also spend 4 years being highly allergic to White (as in wedding stuff) and wasn't ready to settle down. If things started getting too heavy I'd pull away and move on.
ReplyDeleteFunny, I can remember my first two proposals clearer than "I love yous". But if I had to guess, I think I was 18?
Home for Christmas sounds like a fun read.
Sia McKye's Thoughts...OVER COFFEE
I was around 15 and I will be forever allergic to white. :)
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you Cally and Tally...
Love ya, mean it! :)
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
I love that cover, the book seems like the perfect read on a cold autumn weekend ... Best wishes, Cally!
ReplyDeleteWhat a marvelous Christmas present to have a book published in time for Christmas. Congratulations, Callie. First "I love you?" Who can remember? Talli.... you gave me a chuckle. :)
ReplyDeleteDoes having my nephew say I love you to me when he was 3 and I was erm... nearly 20 count?!!? It was such a cute moment!!
ReplyDeletehello Tallie, hello Cally!! Take care
x
Wow. Stumper... I'm trying to remember the first time! Hmm... But 23 seems too high for me. It seems like I was in high school, and I was weirded out. I knew that was too young. LOL!
ReplyDeleteBook sounds great. Best to you, Cally~ :o)
We all love you, Talli! ;)
ReplyDeleteFirst "I love you?" One of a string of super-clingy boyfriends in college. It was so nice when I met my neither standoffish nor clingy hubby in my late 20s. There is a happy medium out there!
ReplyDeleteCally's book looks really fun. Love the cover too.
Ah, I can't take the cliffhanger! Haha, this book sounds like so much fun.
ReplyDeleteI wanna know what happened next!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI was 17...a senior in high school. I started dating Mike after a teacher had tried pushing us together for like a year. He was younger than me...only a junior, but his bday was in January and mine in September...so it was only a matter of a few months. Anyway, we started dating and it was almost instant...we were making plans for the future and he'd told me he loved me. I said it back. Everything was great....until he started acting weird and told me we were moving too fast. (Uh, hello! He said "I love you" first!!) He broke up with me, we got back together,I broke it off with him. Years later, he sent me a letter only a few months before my wedding telling me how badly he'd screwed up and how much he wished he'd never broken up with me and still loved me. And um....13 years later....he's still single........
Loving reading all these tales of first love. Thanks, everyone!
ReplyDeleteThe first "I love you" was when I was 16. Yep, young, naive and so unaware of what real love was. But I sure thought I knew.
ReplyDelete'Sanderson' told me he loved me first and well, I was sure I felt the same way so I said it back. We had a brief break from each other because he was a few years older and was sent off for some training. But he came back, not to me, but to his ex-girlfriend. That was a good thing. Because I moved on and learned what real love was.
Le sigh.
I think I heard them when I was 14 or 15. At that age though, the guys don't really mean it.
ReplyDeleteI honestly don't remember. But fortunately, there are people who have said those words over the course of my life. Gave my existence meaning and helped me along when I needed it.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for all the comments. Can't believe the number of you who can't remember your first I love you - especially when I was so obsessed with hearing it!
ReplyDeleteI seem to remember I said it first, aged 18, to provoke a response from my boyfriend at the time who said it back after a rather long and awkward pause! Needless to say we broke up not long after that ...
ReplyDeleteOoh, romance - wonderful! Only one man has ever said 'I love you' to me and we've been married for 44 years. My sister and brother-in-law met and married in three weeks - must be something in the genes;-)
ReplyDeleteOh boy, this post brings me back, and I'm not even "old." I enjoyed Cally's story, and her book sounds fabulous!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great story! :)
ReplyDeleteI can't remember the first time! I think I was seventeen. The book sounds fabulous!
ReplyDeleteWell that's something to think about for the day Cally.I can't remember! But I met Monsieur Aussie when I was 16 so it must have been A LONG TIME AGO!
ReplyDeleteI've enjoyed trolling around the posts I've missed Talli. Loved the post of self pub by that smart cookie, Catherine Ryan Howard. Excellent.
Denise
I'm gonna have to think about this, because I have no idea who I first said it to, or who said it to me first. Not a lot of emotional attachment in the first half of my life...
ReplyDeleteI can't remember which of us said first but it was my first serious boyfriend. We were together on and off for four years until I moved across the country at nineteen :-(
ReplyDeleteInteresting post! I was particularly intrigued by the description of the book; it sounds like a good read! I think that "I love you" can be pretty scary to say, not that I would know, since I've never been in love. I find it difficult just to say "I like you."
ReplyDeleteI can't remember my first I love you.... :( Oh please tell us what happened with Frank.
ReplyDeleteI've only ever heard those words from one man. I was 18 at the time and we've been together for 10 years and 3 days.
ReplyDeleteWhat a fabulous (real life)story line. I'd never been told that until I was 24yrs old either!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, oh dear! I had to go to the archives to find the answer to this one. I was sixteen when I heard those words from someone who wasn't a member of my family and who happened to be male . . . hunk of a male as I recall. But at sixteen? Maybe he wasn't all that super; the words were though and they made me feel special.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on the book. Good luck with it!
I was also around 23 or 24 but then I found "the one" at 25. Good luck with your book Cally! It sounds like a fun read! Julie
ReplyDeleteSo where is Frank now?
ReplyDeleteHome for Christmas sounds a wonderful read!
I must have been fifteen when a boy from my my parents neighbourhood said 'I Love you' to me and ever since I feel shy just looking at him!
It was my first boyfriend, between 16 and 18, I know that for sure. But I don't remember when or where. Pretty sure he just wanted to believe it though :)
ReplyDeleteThe first one that really matters though... it's a very long story, but after not seeing the now-Mr-B for the first time in three years, I saw him and realised I was in love with him and had been for a long time. I called him and told him. His answer? 'I've always loved you, I thought you knew that.' No. No I didn't :)
That was 14 years ago. Bloody hell, how did that happen?!
Looking forward to reading the book Cally! Also, I guess when you haven't heard the words and have been wanting to you remember more when you finally do :)
Oh I want to read Home for Christmas. Sounds fabulous. I definitely remember the first time a guy gold me I love you.
ReplyDeletehi miss talli! yikes! i didnt never tell a girl i love you. ack! except for my mom! :)
ReplyDelete...hugs from lenny
What a fantastic blog post. I really have to read Cally's new book too, it sounds perfect for reading in December!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to get my hands on a copy of this. I absolute love the front cover, it makes me feel excited about Christmas every time I see it!
ReplyDeleteFabulous article, as always.
CJ xx
He was my first proper boyfriend. I was 17 and a geek, he was 24 and properly cool and I'd had a crush on him for two years solid.
ReplyDeleteWe dated, in that naive teenage way that you do for a month or so, when he said "I think I love you".
I was over the moon!
Until a few weeks later, when he decided to finish it.
Through hiccupping sobs, I seem to remember bleating "But I thought you said you loved meeeee?"
To which he replied "I think I lied".
And, right then, my poor teenage heart shattered.
Gosh, that's a jolly story!
That is a cliffhanger! Thanks for sharing Calli with us! :)
ReplyDeleteGood God, I can't recall her name....
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you, Cally!
Talli, thanks for introducing me to Cally.
ReplyDeleteI think it's great you remember your first I love you's. I don't remember my first, though I do know we said it. I married the second one who said it.
I'd love to know more of your story.