Never really seriously dated anyone before my current girl friend. But of course, there was the girl who I had a major thing for, actually wanted to date (as opposed to NSA), and yet I could never get her. After knowing her for about 9 months, I finally get her to go out on a date, it goes great, and at the end of the date, we had one of those movie style kisses. The next day, we talk, everything is going great, and we're going to hang out Friday night.
Friday afternoon, my buddy Joe busts into my room, stammering about some incredible sale of Colt 45 at the Keg Shop. So naturally, we go, and proceed to get hammered drunk by about 7PM that night. Well, she shows up for a little while, leaves because we're so ridiculously hammered, and tells me the next day that we're not going to keep going out. I was ****** off, heartbroken, and basically proceed to go on a 2 week bender.
Well the best part in all of this, was that while she was cute, I'd hooked up with better looking girls than her. I felt we had really compatible personalities, and there was the whole "I've done better than you, but I can't get you" thing that really messed with my head.
Well, a couple weeks after she rips my heart out, her and I happen to be at the same house party (thrown by mutual friends). I don't talk to her at all that night, and the whole time I can tell she's watching me, especially while I'm talking to this blonde, who is more attractive than her. As I leave the party with blonde, I look at her and wink. She throws her drink to the ground and stomps off.
A few years later she moved back to Central Iowa, and pretty much every time I run into her (her brother is a good friend of mine), she tells me how she made a huge mistake back in college, blah blah blah, and I just tell her the ship has sailed. The universe tends to unfold as it should...