I know we all have our little stories about "the one that got away"...I even came up with a cool paranormal idea eons ago that has a very unique twist...but that's for another day. Hmmm, as far as my very own TOTGA experience...I've had a few...but looking back now, the memories are most likely better than if I had ended up with any one of those men. I think that break ups and relationship ups and downs makes us all stronger. AND it makes for a great story.
One memory that's stuck with me happened many many many years ago when I was just starting college. My girlfriends and I decided to have lunch at a very popular sushi bar in town. It had a rather hip vibe and drew in a younger crowd. It was also owned by a pseudo-friend of mine. As we were waiting for our lunch, the front door opened and in walks the most gorgeous man I'd ever laid eyes on. Seriously...it was a slow-mo moment in my head. He had on a black helmet, weathered leather jacket, dark denims, and boots...as soon as he stepped inside he pulled off the helmet and I melted. Tall, gorgeous blue eyes, sandy blond hair...he really did look like he had jumped out of a billboard ad...I kid you not. After I wiped the drool off my face, I made a bet that HE would be mine. Of course, my buddies laughed at me and rolled their eyes because he was now officially my target.
Fast forward a few weeks, I learned: 1. he was my pseudo-friend's on again off again boyfriend—like forever 2. They had broken up—again (but for good this time) 3. He was temporarily helping her manage the restaurant for the summer while she visited family in Japan. WINNING! I think I ate at the restaurant every other day for a month. One crazy afternoon he finally spoke to me. I froze. Then while I was paying...it kind of happened like this...
I signed my credit card slip and asked nonchalantly, "Aren't you going to ask me out?"
He blinked. "Really? You want to go out with me?" Dumb-founded look.
"Yes." I scrawled my phone number on the front of the slip and slid it over to him.
He gave me a boyish smile. "You never seemed interested."
"Why else would I come here several times a week?" I smiled back. "I'm tired of waiting so I'm taking the initiative."
He laughed. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."
"Then you'll like me."
He picked up the slip and gave me a wide grin. "It's a date then."
I won that bet.
Two days later we went out. Two years later we moved in together. Six years later we broke up and I moved to Paris...to mend my broken heart. We had such a tumultuous relationship. Passionate. Intense. Painful...but those were the memories I never want to forget. I could say he was my first real—honest to goodness—"love". But what I learned from that experience is that sometimes that kind of love is best kept in your heart. I don't have any regrets and I simply know that we were never meant to be... These days we're still friends and the memories, the emotions, the craziness of youthful love is what I put into my writing...what I hope will be believable, raw emotions and has impact in my storytelling.
Okay—where was I? Right.
Do you have a "the one that got away" story? Do tell. I wanna know... :)
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P.S. I recently stumbled across this brilliant video below and I couldn't help laughing until tears flowed from my eyes. Maybe it's not that funny but it was to me. Sometimes you need a bit of humor to get you going. I'm sure Adele would have a good laugh at it herself. And I am a HUGE Adele fan...