I liked a fair number of girls, but the first one I truly believed I was in love with was the one that got away for me. It's a long and tragic (in a mundane way) story. Basically it involves a love rhombus where I asked her to go to the dance with me, she agreed, and we had an awesome time. Then just as I was about to ask her out (this was the very day after the dance, mind you), one of my friends asked her out and she said yes. I was pretty much destroyed, but then 3 days later she broke up with him. (It didn't go very well for him.) So then it was my chance...but no, she got together with another guy that she ended up dating for the next five years. Ever since then I've been firmly rooted in the friend zone. I've been friends with her on Facebook as long as I've known her, but we rarely talk anymore. She's got a new guy now from England. Go figure.

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