Have you ever met an old flame? What happened?

When I was 17 , I dated a 15 year old. He was my first serious boyfriend. We got along very well. He was very attractive and looked much older than his age. When I was 19 we split up and he started dating an older woman with a nice car.
I was so jealous . After months of not seeing him , since I had finished school, I was at the bus stop and he came driving by in his girlfriends car. He slowed down to look at me and ended up banging into the vehicle in front of him.
I laughed. šŸ˜‚ And thatā€™s the closest Iā€™ve gotten to an ex.
 
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BeefStu said:
About a year after my wife passed away I met a lady that I went out with for a while about 40 years ago. We ran into each other again and again different places and saw each other's posts on fb. She messaged me asking if I would be interested in going for dinner with a few other people she gets together with. She recognized that it might put me a bit out of my comfort zone, but I figured it might be good to test it.
There are six or seven of us that get together pretty much once a month now. I didn't know it for the first few times that all of us have lost loved ones in the recent past.
We have a good time and talk a lot.
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Good on ya mate!
 
OregonGuy said:
I met mine at our HS 50th year reunion. We both wished our only marriage was to one another.
I love the meaning of the song Taxi:
Harry Chapinā€™s ā€œTaxiā€ is a nostalgic journey that tells the story of a cab driver encountering an old flame. Itā€™s a poignant narrative about lifeā€™s twists and turnsā€”how big dreams often give way to reality. The message? Itā€™s a blend of reflection on lost love and the acceptance of lifeā€™s unexpected paths. The song reflects on the gap between youthful aspirations and adult realities. Chapin weaves this experience with a sense of personal retrospect, possibly drawing from his own lifeā€™s what-ifs. He explores the universal theme of the roads we take and the ones we leave behind.

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I saw Harry Chapin in concert in Central Park, with opening act, Tom Paxton, way back in the late 1970's. Must have been over 2 hours long.
 
One has periodically driven me nuts through the years wanting to reconnect 'as friends' even through his two marriages ...air quotes are because I knew he'd cheated multiple times on his first wife. I've cut him off until the second wife had a devastating brain injury that ended up permanently placing her in a nursing home. I felt sorry for him so talked with him on the phone several times a week for a few months. His clingy behavior eventually exhausted my empathy.

Most of the others I'd be happy to chat and catch up with but that's all.
 
I moved away from the town and state where two of my old flames, which were not really old flames, but ones I thought I was in love with and both turned out to marry someone else. I was told by a friend that one admitted he was still in love with me, but that was many years ago. I wouldn't mind seeing them again as older adults.
 
I regularly run into old flames and treat them like anyone else on the street. No special warm fuzzy or even hateful feelings. I am polite though, but once it's over it's over like it never happened.
 
Let me preface this by saying my wife knew all about this, so no one gets the idea I'm some sort of louse.

My high school flame and I found each other on an alumni site when we were in our late 40s.

She invited me to visit her at work on a Saturday, because she was there by herself catching up on clerical work, so she could talk.

When I first got there, the first thing she said was , "Oh my God! You turned into a man!"

And the first thing out of my mouth was, "And you're still as pretty as a school girl." And we both laughed and hugged.

We spent two hours together and laughed alot. It was so easy and comfortable. We reminisced, and it was so easy and natural.

But there was never any underlying 'tension' or 'electricity' or anything like that. Just a comfortable, friendly afternoon.

The only shock was when we kissed goodbye. I swear, it was so...familiar. I know she felt it too, just by the way we looked at each other.

For one moment, we were both 17.

I found out, six years later, that she passed away about a month after our meeting. I have to say, it hit me harder than I expected.
 
Dave03 said:
Let me preface this by saying my wife knew all about this, so no one gets the idea I'm some sort of louse.

My high school flame and I found each other on an alumni site when we were in our late 40s.

She invited me to visit her at work on a Saturday, because she was there by herself catching up on clerical work, so she could talk.

When I first got there, the first thing she said was , "Oh my God! You turned into a man!"

And the first thing out of my mouth was, "And you're still as pretty as a school girl." And we both laughed and hugged.

We spent two hours together and laughed alot. It was so easy and comfortable. We reminisced, and it was so easy and natural.

But there was never any underlying 'tension' or 'electricity' or anything like that. Just a comfortable, friendly afternoon.

The only shock was when we kissed goodbye. I swear, it was so...familiar. I know she felt it too, just by the way we looked at each other.

For one moment, we were both 17.

I found out, six years later, that she passed away about a month after our meeting. I have to say, it hit me harder than I expected.
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So wonderful she passed having recaptured that "magic moment"

And it proves some spouses love and trust their partners by approving reminiscing with others.
 
I'm not sure this is relevant, but I'll throw it out there just because. . .

I knew of, but never interacted with, this gal called Pat until the point referenced below. I'm pretty sure she was somewhat affiliated with the jock crowd, and I certainly was not as I was a certified band geek.

Some 8 years after graduation from high school, I happened to be home on leave (I'd been in the Army for more than 7 years at that point) and I ran into Pat at an auto parts store. I knew her from sight, but had no idea she knew of me at all. Like I said, we never exchanged a word until that point.

She seemed a whole lot interested in me than I would've even thought. I'm pretty sure I threw out some "I don't believe I'm hearing this" vibe, and bid my leave. No further interaction with her at all.
 

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