Sometimes, a strange amount of them are models now.
yeah sometimes I do. I wonder if he still thinks of me.
Only one. I dated a guy in high school who was two years older than me. I really liked him and he really liked me, but I refused to kiss as much as he wanted.<br />
My mother had cautioned me so much I wanted to just be friends until we got older. I quit seeing him because he would not stop kissing me or at least trying even when we were at the drive in movie. He was very smart and made very good grades as did I.<br />
I've so often wondered what would have happened if I had been more aware that this is how young love is expressed.<br />
I dated a lot of guys when I was a teen, but had a difficult time being serious with any of them since I wanted to go to college. Getting pregnant was not part of my plans. <br />
Today I wonder about girls who have access to birth control and still get pregnant. Both my pregnancies were planned.
Do i ever wonder? No.<br />
I always wonder.<br />
I dated this guy when i was already in a relationship with another. Turns out i love the second one. i felt so bad about the whole cheating thing that i didnt go back to the first one, he forgave me and we're still friends two years later.<br />
But the guy i loved.. i dont know what happened but we stopped talking then. We loved each other but i never told him the extent of my feelings..<br />
He got married after a few months to someone he didnt like (family reasons) and later got divorced. He's been single for more than a year now, i always think about him, but no one has made any sort of move.<br />
heard of anything more eff'd up?
Yes. There were girls in high school that I should have asked out. And there was one girl years later who I developed a mad crush on. She was emotionally quite needy because she had been hurt in the past, but she was beautiful, sweet, had a sexy laugh, and I know she loved me. What a total jerk I was! I was too immature and insecure myself to give her the sold foundation I know she needed. If only I'd been more of a man at an earlier age. She cried at the end. I feel so bad about that today. Now, 45 years later, I have a great wife and great children & grandchildren, but sometimes I feel so awful about the pain I caused because of the stupid jerk I was.<br />
In fact, sometimes I wish I could find her and apologize and ask forgiveness. But I'm afraid if I did call her up just out of the blue, she might be frightened, or she would just think I was totally weird.
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That is so cute:)
Sometimes I do
The ones that got away didn't want me. I'd be a serious stalker if I went after them.
I sure do. I think I really screwed up at least a couple of times. Fear causes us to guarantee mistakes. As I have said on EP many times; I'd rather regret what I did then what I didn't do. I just wish I always felt this way.
On occasion. But I try not to think "what might have been when "what is" is so nice.
Yes on occasion but at the end of the thot its still could have but didnt its pointless 2 dwell on the past. just look foward 2 the amazing people tht u could **** up an not date but surly u learned ur lesson an wont make the mistake
All the time.
Yes. She was a former contract worker at a firm I used to work for. She was living with another guy at the time, but the relationship was getting pretty sour. She definitely expressed interest in me and I obviously had a lot of interest in her. We went out once for coffee, and the flirting and the sexual tension was incredible. Unfortunately, at that point in my life, I felt so poorly about myself that I didn't think I stood a chance with her. So I never followed up. I often have thought about her, even 20 years later. I did find out that she eventually married that guy she was living with.
not any more, if I missed out then it was meant to be, but they also missed out....
Yes... And today I'm grateful that I didn't hook up with them!
I used to, but that was only because my bf of three years now ,took me for granted he treated me horrible. But with time ive came to love him so much.
Only about 50 percent of my waking time. The rest of the time I wonder about why I wonder about the ones that got away.
not really as the others came by giving me a very little chance to even think about the gone ones
I used to wonder. There was one girl, the one girl in my school who would even really give me the time of day, let alone actually talk to me. She always sat with me in study hall. We would talk and talk. Little did I know then that she really liked me. looking back on it now, it was so blindingly obvious that it's a total facepalm. But back then I was so damaged and mistrusting of the people around me she could have walked up and kissed me and I wouldn't have believed she liked me.<br />
Anyway, I always said that if I could have picked any woman to be married to, it would be her. She was beautiful, smart, pretty, had her life together. She was amazing. But back then I thought she was out of my league. ANY girl seemed out of my league.<br />
Fast Forward fifteen years, two kids, a wife and a lifetime later. I'm working one day and she walks in to my auto repair shop. Looking even better than she did back then. My heart stopped. I about wet myself. A flood of emotions comes rushing in. <br />
We get to talking and.... well, you know that Garth brooks song, "Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers"? <br />
yeah. Apparently, she got out in the real world, and it about ate her alive. She was an emotional and financial trainwreck. Apparently she has severe problems dealing with stress of any kind. Like, she worked at a library, and that was too stressful for her. And she had pretty much gone bat**** crazy. Kept repeating the same things over and over, said things that made no sense at all. I still would have slept with her in a heartbeat, she was still smoking hot, but being married to her... would have not been good. At all. <br />
now here's the really, really crazy part. She had come back to town... looking for ME. She was actually really disappointed to hear I had married (unhappily married, but that's another story) as, apparently, I had been the guy she had thought about all these years, as well. <br />
Ain't it funny how life works out.