H.J. was my first boyfriend. He brought me cookies and sweets at school, and that was about it. I was the only girl to be invited to his birthday party. We went to the Muiderslot. It was fun. When my mother suggested I bring him home for lunch one day, I dutifully invited him. He refused point blank. "Why?" I insisted, surprised at such stubborness. "I just won't. And it is over between us!" He has hated me for the rest of our schooltime together. I couldn't care less.