When I was aged 15, nearly 16, I met and fell madly in love with a girl around my age. Her name was Janet D and she came to work beside me in a small workshop in Buchanan Street making lampshades.
She had a very beautiful face, a bit on the chubby side and two inches short of 5 feet tall. She was very conscious of these particular short comingings but I found her very attractive.
Her mother sold flowers and fruit from a stall in Argyle Street.
After a bit of teasing from my workmates I eventuallly found the courage to ask her out. I took her to the Prince's in Gourlay Street in Springburn where we saw 'State Fair ',with Dana Andrews and Jeanne Craine . Afterwords. we went fot a bag of chips, which I paid for, then I walked her home, all very romantic.
She lived in the Gallowgate in the East side of the City, but she showed me up a lane called Little Dovehill .where we could do a bit of our "winching". The first few nights I went out with her it was mostly kissing and cuddling, but of course as time progressed from there it became very passionate and extremely intimate.
I thought I had found the girl of my dreams and was in seventh heaven.
This went on for about six months, all the way past both our sixteenth birthdays, until one night she suddenly told me we were finished.
Looking back I think that, like a lot of girls, Janet wanted pregnancy and a wedding ring and and a wee house ,. I would gladly have given her her wish, had it happened.
When I asked her why, she told me that her father had been involved in some crime or other and was now in Barlinnie Prison. To avoid the shame, the family had moved to a house on the the South Side, I think it was called Portland Street. I went out with her one more time but she said we must finish.
I was devastated as only a near 16 year old can be. My heart was broken and I ran home in tears, all the way from the South Side right back the to Cowcaddens where my mother met me with all the old cliches like "Don't worry son, there are plenty more fish in the sea". But I could not be consoled. It was nearly a month before I asked another girl out.
I heard some time later that Janet had died in childbirth aged just 17. So she got her wish for pregnancy, but what a price to pay. I don't think it was mine or she would have contacted me. SURELY .NO!! It couldn't have been mine . Could it?
I swore after Janet no other girl would ever break my heart and none ever did until I lost my Jean.
Tommy
My First Broken Heart, romance
3rd Sep 2005, 07:06pm
When I was aged 15, nearly 16, I met and fell madly in love with a girl around my age. Her name was Janet D and she came to work beside me in a small workshop in Buchanan Street making lampshades. 
