Still trying to figure out if this is what is happening to me right now.
What I think depends on the time of day.
Yep. Twice. (Well, maybe not love exactly, but a chance to be something other than a lonely, grumbling shut-in.)
Thanks, Godfrey and Lizard. I think I just needed to hear someone else say it was a good idea…
Yes, oh my god yes. I miss him so much.
No – although I did refuse to date him for three years.
And he persisted.
Now we are engaged, living together and incredibly happy. I am also exceptionally grateful I didn’t blow this.
I’d like to be able to say Mr2U is my best love, but he isn’t. There was one many, many years ago - I treated him badly, and lost him. Almost got him back, and then I screwed up again.
Don’t get me wrong - I didn’t “settle” for Mr2U - he’s perfect, and I love him very, very much. But there’s still that one from all those years ago whom I still think of and wonder about, and what might have been.
I don’t believe that there’s just one perfect Love; instead, there’s any number of people out there whom you could be perfectly happy with. Mrs. R is one of the greatest gals in the world, but, had things worked out differently, I think I could have been just as happy with a couple of my former girlfriends, who were also pretty neat.
…of course, there are a number of former girlfriends whom it would have been a major mistake to marry, despite how smitten I was at the time…
Munch
Move.
Tell it to the goddamn Australian government, who decided to slam the door on 99% of immigrants shortly before she went back. 
Maybe in a couple years it’ll be a possibility…
-Ben
Her parents lived next door to my uncle. I saw her a few times in a two year period, never thought about us together, she was black. One day went to help my uncle fix his truck and she was visiting her parents. She was having a problem with her car and asked me to look at it. It was just a loose battery connection, I fixed it and we talked a bit. About lunch time she asks me if I am hungry and when I say yes, she brings me a hamburger smothered in fried onions. My favorite. When I asked her how she knew I liked burgers with onions she said she saw me at the Puyallup fair and I was eating a fair onion burger. She was going to say hi but I was with another woman. It was my mother. I took her out to dinner the next night and for the next 64 days we were inseparable.
On nights I drove race cars she would be in the pits doing whatever she could. When I came in after the last race she would have a warm wash cloth and an ice cold soda for me. Everyone in my family liked her (no one said any bad about her) and most of her family liked me. Her father was milato and her grandmother was white so me being white wasn’t as upsetting as it could have been.
On day 44 I met her for lunch and she had to run an errand at the County-City building in Tacoma. We walked by the marriage license office on the way in and I had a funny thought. On the way out I led her in the the marriage license office and we walked out 10 minutes later with a license. On day 48 we were married by a judge. Then we told our families. It was my second so my family wasn’t too surprise. Her family was a different story. It was proclaimed we would have a proper ceremony and get married properly.
It all came to an end on day 60. She was offered a position in her company (advertising) in New York. To her this was an opportunity of a lifetime. To me it was a disaster. I had just started back at a well paying job. My life and family are here in the state of Washington. Other than her, I had no reason to go to New York. But leaving my son behind was not an option for me and the ex was not in a generous mood.
We talked, cried, laughed, and made love numerous time in a 24 hour period, we did not sleep a wink. We had the marriage annulled and on day 64, said goodbye to each other. We wrote each other a few times after she went to New York but we realized it was over. She married two years later, I did the same 3 years after we split. I have not heard about her in over 10 years now. I am very happily married now and really don’t feel any loss over our time together. If you somehow read this Debbie, I have never forgotten about you.
I didn’t let him get away, he managed to do that all by himself when he got someone else pregnant and married her. Now, fifteen years later, he still calls and hangs up. How in the hell am I supposed to forget him when he does that every few months?
And, no, I can’t block the call becuase it’s long distance and from another phone company. Thank God for Call ID, though, so now I don’t bother to even pick it up.
Cuz all it would take is hearing his voice once and next thing I know I’m a party to adultery.
It’s all true. At one point she told me that she wanted us to be friends. I said, “Nope. I want more than that.”
Talk about a gamble that paid off.
Not slip away, more like torn from me by the unforgiving merciless hands of fate.