Do you have a "one that got away" in your past?

When I was 17 I fell head over heels with a guy who was only 15. I didn’t know he was 15 until we’d both bonded. He was the most handsome guy I’ve gone out with. Unfortunately he got paired up with a guy that didn’t like me. They became best buddies and were inseparable. They started going to strip clubs and suddenly my guy changed and broke up with me. I was the saddest person ever..

Not long afterwards he started going after a woman with a mustang who was a lot older than him. He had a full beard and mustache and looked far older than he was. One day I was waiting for the bus at the bus stop and he drove by in this woman’s hot rod. He put on his brakes and the car behind him ran into his back bumper. I couldn’t help but laugh.
 

@Nathan You need to explain got away in more detail. :ROFLMAO:

My first serious boyfriend gotta away with stealing my virginity.

My first husband gotta away with cheating.

My second and final husband gotta a way with exemplary love making.

So there is three gotta aways. There may be more but they gotta away
so quickly, I don't remember them.

I have gotta a way of being a real pain in my husbands posterior, but
I gotta a way of making him happy also.
 
Oh shoot, I thought I was going to get away with just being vague...Lol. "The one that got away" refers to a past romantic interest with whom a relationship didn't work out, but who remains in the person's memory and is often idealized as the "one" that got away.
Yeah, I know I was just being a smart burro. I wish I had a stereotypical gotta away to pine about, and that would have been my current husband and I made sure to employ technics that worked as invisible handcuffs to prohibit any gettin away. I have held the poor guy captive for 35 years and he has given up on being a gotta away. :LOL:
 
"One that got away"

That's a question I will never have the answer to. When I was young and dating about every girl I went out with I wondered if she would be the one, but I rarely gave the relationship time to mature. I had dozens of reasons to stop dating a girl, but the truth is a was just a lazy dater, even though I thought of myself as being marriage minded. I wanted dating to be easy and fun, the moment I felt obligated or pushed I simply broke it off, bad on me.

I will say I dated some very nice girls, girls who I suspect grew into wonderful women, wives and mothers. There's a couple that really stand out, but that's probably just me romantizing how my life could have been different.
 
My first boyfriend's family had a summer home on the water near me. His winter home was posh as well. I think I let him get away because i didn't want to be thought of as that girl with less. I now realize that my family had much to be proud of. We kept in touch for years and he died unexpectedly at 34.

Sorry if I'm just blabbing. Thanks for the opportunity to revisit the past.
 
A high school girlfriend had become engaged while I was in Vietnam, she was one that got away but I never really figured we had what it takes, between us, for a long term relationship.

First wife had a affair, I took offense to that and got a divorce. Some time later she called and begged me to get back with her, but I had moved on and was due to be married in a week. I guess in this instance I was the one who got away.
 
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In the course of life, have you had a romantic interest that ended up being the proverbial one that got away? To broaden the discussion: were you "the one" that got away?
Yes, but I never had a fair shot. He had a gf. He married her and I literally cried at their wedding because I knew she was not good for him. Sure enough she left him shortly afterwards … leaving him with their baby to raise by himself.
 
Kind of. We weren’t a couple during high school, but we did date quite a bit. I said years back in this forum that growing up, I was cheap. I didn’t like spending money on girls. This girl was different. I paid for everything when we dated. She owned me. She was a really nice young lady. She tutored me on my Algebra for the first semester in 9th grade. I asked her for a date and that started a ā€œthingā€ I guess.
 


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