On Running into Ex-Boyfriends

Recently I attended the wedding luncheon of the daughter of one of my favorite BYU roommates. It’s been almost twenty-five years since Sherri and I were roommates, and she’s lived all over the world since she got married, currently residing just outside of Detroit, while I’ve lived in California and, for the past twenty years, Provo. But we attended each other’s weddings and have remained close friends over the years, even if several years go by between phone calls. I even had the privilege of being with Sherri and her husband, Curt, in the temple several years ago when they had their recently adopted Chinese daughter sealed to them. So when Sherri invited me to her daughter’s wedding luncheon in Salt Lake, I jumped at the chance to see my dear friend and celebrate her family’s happy day with her.

As I got ready for the wedding luncheon that morning, I took extra time doing my hair and makeup, because I once dated Sherri’s husband’s younger brother Matt (before Sherri and Curt got married). Whenever I attend Sherri’s extended family functions (a grand total of three times in the last twenty-five years), I run into Matt. Matt and I never dated seriously, but I consider him an old boyfriend of sorts, so I want to look my best whenever I happen to see him at, say, a temple sealing or a wedding luncheon—it’s a pride thing, you know? I just don’t want him thinking, “Wow, I really dodged a bullet there.”

I’ve had my share of awkward meetings with ex-boyfriends and ex-sort-of-boyfriends, but my encounters with Matt rank near the top—such as when I was Sherri’s bridesmaid and Matt was a groomsman, just a couple of months after Matt and I stopped dating. Especially memorable is the first time I saw Matt after I got married: my husband, Scott, and I were living in California and I was six months pregnant when Sherri and Curt visited Curt’s parents in Idaho and invited us to fly up for a visit. The plan was that Scott and I would rent a car and meet Curt and Sherri at Curt’s parents’ house, stay one night there, and then drive with Curt and Sherri to the family cabin for a couple days while Curt’s parents took care of Curt and Sherri’s baby.

The flight up to Idaho on that hot summer day was turbulent, and I was still struggling with pregnancy queasiness, so when we pulled up to Curt’s parents’ house I was shaky, bloated, green at the gills, and sweaty, my bangs plastered to my forehead—oh, and did I mention I was six months pregnant? Scott and I hopped out of the car—well, I sort of heaved myself out of the car—and who happened to be outside to greet us but Matt? As I watched him and Scott shake hands, I suddenly had the urge to laugh as I realized that they were dressed identically: chambray shirts, khaki pants, brown loafers—even the exact same braided brown belt (yes, this was during the 80’s). When it dawned on them simultaneously that they had on the exact same outfit, they both flushed bright red. And so commenced a rather awkward evening which culminated in Scott and me being assigned to sleep, of all places, in Matt’s bed.

My children still get a kick out of that story. I thought about it again as I drove to Sherri’s daughter’s wedding luncheon. As luck would have it, Scott and I had been invited to another wedding that day, as well, so he attended that one and I went to Sherri’s daughter’s wedding luncheon by myself. Sherri’s daughter was radiant—the spitting image of Sherri as a bride—and Sherri and I hugged and laughed and caught up, not feeling a day older than when we were roommates and newlyweds, yet suddenly finding ourselves middle-aged, with children on missions and getting married, wondering where the last twenty-five years went.

And yes, Matt was there, looking older, too, yet the same. Seated at different tables, we didn’t talk to each other until after the luncheon. As I was preparing to leave, he came up and said hi and leaned in to give me a hug, but because I was facing the other direction and only half turned to hug him, I came in at an awkward angle, accidentally squishing my nose against his neck and almost touching his neck with my lips. Not as awkward as some of the other post dating encounters we’ve had, but awkward enough. At any rate, it gave me a funny story to tell Scott and the kids when I got home.

And now it’s your turn. Tell me about your awkward encounters with ex-boyfriends, Facebook encounters included. Do you worry about how you look when you run into someone you once dated? And do you still feel like you’re twenty-something inside, even though you’re, ahem, considerably older?

About Melissa M

(Advisory Board) grew up in Australia and California and now lives in Provo, Utah with her husband, four children, and their dog, Daisy. She served a mission in Peru and has a BA and MA in English from BYU. She loves reading, writing, and quiet afternoons. She does not love grocery shopping. Now that two of her children attend BYU and her youngest children are in high school and junior high, she is trying to adjust to this "emptying nest" stage and still wondering how it snuck up on her so fast.

39 thoughts on “On Running into Ex-Boyfriends

  1. I seem to have a knack for running into former blind dates, and the probability seems especially high if the date was especially bad. A few years ago, for example, one of my former mission comps set me up with a friend-of-a-friend. Not LDS, which wasn’t a dealbreaker… but also chronically unemployed and at 38 had never lived on his own… which were dealbreakers. I’m sure he has his good qualities, but we were not a match, and the evening was memorably awkward. Quite out of the blue he showed up in my ward last week. Guess who’s taking the missionary discussions?

  2. I had a close relative who dated a certain young man for a time. He even wrote her letters on her mission, but while she was out he married her sister. Perhaps family reunions were awkward at first but they got over it.

    I have a friend who dated a certain man, but for some reason it didn’t go anywhere. She married someone else and had a daughter of her own. One day the daughter brought home the son of her old boyfriend. They got married.

  3. ah, rk, that’s a fear of mine! that one of my kids will marry a child of one of our exes, and it will be awkward forever.

    my husband’s high school girlfriend married a guy from my home ward (cross-country away), and then as newlyweds a few years later we attended their same ward. we tried to be friends, but i couldn’t stop thinking, “she kissed my husband!” fortunately she was pregnant and soon got to an unflattering state and that made it easier. and then we moved…

  4. We weren’t ever really ‘dating,’ persay, but I wrote him frequently during his mission after having met and gone out a few times beforehand and I knew he fully intended to pursue me afterwards. So when I wrote him two months before he got home letting him know I was getting married (coincidentally the day after he got home), it kinda ruined that plan for him. Anyway, I didn’t see him until a year later while walking to school. We ended up stopping to talk a minute and then awkwardly were walking in the same direction for another five minutes. Then I saw him at the temple about 6 months ago and for some reason that was really awkward, too.

  5. I love old boyfriend stories. Yours, Melissa made me laugh…especially when you were green with pregnancy and how you said, “I just don’t want him thinking, “Wow, I really dodged a bullet there.” :)

  6. The only run-in I’ve really had was a good one. I knew that my friend (read: unrequited love) was living in Elko, and I just had this feeling as we were driving into town there (to stop for dinner — on the way to my Mom’s house in Utah) that I would run into him. After dinner, I was craving some chocolate, so I ran into the store while my family waited in the car. Lo and behold, not 20 steps into the store, there he (and his family) was! He looked the same, as did his wife. We chatted for a few minutes, and it was good. The best part, however, was that not only was I at my lowest weight in years (about the same as when we were friends), but also that rather than my usual ucky-looking traveling self, I actually had makeup on, my hair done, and a cute outfit on. And I wasn’t sad that we didn’t end up together, even though he’s a great guy. It was a happy meeting.

  7. This isn’t exactly an ex-boyfriend story, but it is certainly an awkward reunion type story.

    In the ward my husband I were in just before we got married there was a very awkward guy whom a lot of people referred to as Mr. Too Much Information. He was the kind of guy who got up in fast and testimony meeting and talked about all his personal struggles and how everyone had been so mean to him and blah blah blah. He also was always on the make, so most of the girls avoided him as much as they could. I was engaged, so he wasn’t much threat, and I did try to be nice to him when he was around. So did my husband and Mr. TMI practically worshiped him since he didn’t have too many friends. Oh, and he also had a very unusual name.

    Fast forward two and a half years, my husband and I have long since moved away had our first daughter etc, and I get a call on the phone from a friend of mine whom I’d been close with since elementary school but hadn’t seen in awhile.

    “I’m engaged!” she gushes to me, and I tell her congrats. I hadn’t known she was dating anyone. Then she tells me the name of the man she is going to marry.

    “No, way!” I say. “I used to know someone with that name!”

    You can guess the rest. It was Mr. TMI and he was thrilled that we remembered him and as awkward as ever! Two months later we were sitting watching them get sealed, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how funny the whole thing was.

  8. One uncomfortable experience was long ago when I was married and had my reception in my home town. Two old boyfriends came to the reception. One of them was an RM who I met at a young adult dance in my stake when I was a senior in high school. Parents and friends saw the wisdom in sending me to Ricks College(mid-80′s) where my eyes were open to a whole new world and pool of worthy ambitious young men. Shortly thereafter I released the RM from the secret engagement we had with each other. I didn’t turn around and get married but fished for four more years and in the process found a nice guy I liked and dated but I heard of the first kiss in the temple story that goes around campus. I tried that, but now I think that must have been a bunch of processed meat product. Because he broke the news to me that he had asked another girl, who never heard the first kiss over the alter story, to marry him. And I got their wedding announcement on my birthday. He was gracious and thought enough of me to come to my wedding reception with his wife and new baby.
    The evening was interesting and a little uncomfortable because both stayed till all the gifts were opened and just before the first ex-boyfriend left he hugged me and placed a piece of paper in my hand. It was a check for $100.00 and a note that said, “Mad Money”. Still today I am not sure how I should have interpreted it, but I think he wanted us to take it and have fun.

  9. I was once performing in a choir and I saw a guy in the audience who looked like my old boyfriend that wanted to marry me. I hadn’t seen him in about 20 years. After the performance, he came up to greet me and introduced me to his wife, whose first words to me were, “I’m so glad you dumped him!” We all actually became good friends and get our families together sometimes. It’s all good.

  10. When I was a senior in high school a certain boy had a huge crush on me for over a year – something I knew absolutely nothing about at the time (or I probably would’ve been all over it). I didn’t find out about it until after we graduated and had both moved to other locales. Ten years later my husband and I were looking to buy a house, walked into a model home community and there he was. I was vastly pregnant, fairly fat, and not looking attractive at ALL, but he still blushed and stammered and could barely talk. It wasn’t awkward for ME (it soothed my ego for a solid month afterward), but I think it was pretty awkward for him. It’s odd how seeing someone you used to crush on can bring back those silly little crush-like feelings, even when they no longer have anything to do with reality.

    Now when I (in the same fat and pregnant stage) walked into a Costco and saw one of my old crushes? I ran and hid.

    Oh maturity. Someday I will meet you.

  11. Since I never dated prolifically & live far away from my hometown (unlike my husband, on both counts), one would assume that I could have avoided such encounters. But BYU Married Student wards can be a fun place to run into an old flame.

    Four months after we got married, my husband & I moved into a larger and less rat-infested apartment in Provo. Our first Sunday at church, we scanned the ward for familiar faces. We saw a few people we knew and were excited to have in our new ward. And then I saw the guy that I had dated my freshman year. We had dated most of the year and had written to each other on and off during both of our missions. He had been pretty convinced (at times) that we were going to end up together forever, but once I got back to school and we went out on a couple of dates, it ended in a not entirely pleasant manner. We hadn’t seen much of each other since I had dropped by his wedding reception with one of my roommates and my current boyfriend (who is now my spouse). Because if an old boyfriend invites you to his wedding reception, is it better to go or stay home? I figured that it was better to not be rude, but there was no way that I would go there alone.

    So eight months later, there I am in the same married ward as this guy. And his wife & I ended up working for the same company when I graduated a couple of months later. Of the occasional awkward interactions, there are two that I remember the best:

    1. Ex was ward music chairperson, DH was SS president. At ward council, Ex announces to the bishopric that Bekah (Maiden name) would be singing a solo in sacrament meeting. to which DH replies, “her name is (Married name) now” with a little veiled hostility. The RS president almost peed her pants when she told me about it.

    2. When I was 6 months pregnant with my oldest, we were at choir practice. Ex turned to DH and asked him if I really wasn’t due until May. He was not the first nor the last person to ask me a similar question (being 5’1″ and having a short torso leaves little room for pregnancy, other than straight out in front), but I don’t think that I have ever seen my husband quite so offended.

    Those were fun times.

  12. at my 20th high school reunion picnic, out of all the children there, my kids became friends with my old boyfriends’ kids. What can I say? They had a lot in common.

  13. Once when I was 18, I was telling a woman I babysat for about a guy I’d met. We hadn’t gone out yet, but he’d gotten my # and said he’d call me.

    Turns out she knew him, and upon me sharing his name said “Do you know how old he is?”

    Now, he was obviously a older than most men who asked me out, but that didn’t really bother me at the time because I fancied myself super-mature and able to hold my own with anyone. Besides, he was good-looking in a classic, timeless way; one of those types that could play any age from 20-40 and pull it off.

    In fact, he himself had asked me how old I thought he was when we met (at an LDS singles dance). I admit I was low-balling it to be polite when I said 29, to which he replied “Close. I’m 31″.

    I hadn’t ever dated a man that much older than me (would have been jail bait till just a couple months before) (though actually, not really, because I was a good Mormon girl).

    So I told my friend I was babysitting for “He’s 31″, to which she laughed out loud and shared the following story:

    Her sister Karen had gone to school with and worked with this man for many many years and knew him well. When the man, I’ll call him Dave, was in college, he’d had a girlfriend named Jane for a couple years. Jane loved him and wanted to take their relationship to the next level, but it seems Dave was something of a George Clooney-type, and when it became clear that he wasn’t going to settle down and wanted to keep playing the field, they parted ways and life moved on.

    Jane met and married a wonderful man, and they raised a family. One day Jane’s daughter, now 19 herself, was upstairs getting ready to go out on a date. The doorbell rang, Jane opened the door, and who is standing there on the porch but her ex-boyfriend from 24 years ago, Dave?!

    She didn’t realize why he was there initially, and Dave, upon seeing who’s home he was at, made up some lame excuse about just being in the neighborhood and thinking he’d stop by and say hi (to Jane), but that something came up and he had to go. And he left…before Jane’s daughter gets downstairs.

    So Jane and daughter have a chat, and Jane asks who her daughter is going out with, and finds out it was her ex-Dave…who who was still out there, playing the field with one girl after another, all these years later, while a whole lifetime had passed for Jane as she raised her family.

    Needless to say, after hearing this story, and finding out that “Dave” was actually 48…I didn’t return his call when he rang. But I and couldn’t avoid him a couple months later when he cornered me at the punch bowl at another dance.

    “You didn’t return my calls!” he says with a flirty grin.

    “You lied about your age”, I replied, looking him straight in the eye.

    Sheepishly he responds “How could I tell you my actual age when you thought I was 29?”

    “How can you attempt to start out any kind of relationship with a flat-out lie? To say nothing about what on earth a 48 year old would want with an 18 year old. Was it my keen mind that fascinated you?”

    A few months later I met the man who would become my husband…he was 5 months younger than me, and it probably wasn’t my keen mind that fascinated him, either, but at least we had the same (im)maturity levels! :-)

  14. No old flame stories, but I remember going to a stake/ multistake production of my parents’ stake when I came home from college for the weekend. I ran into Matt, who had turned me down for a dance our senior year (Utah has A LOT of dances)and I looked great. I loved the look of “Wow!” he had as I made small talk and sailed on. It wasn’t so much that I looked great as it was that I had so much more confidence.

  15. Blue, that is an awesome story.

    I have run into two exes in the temple. The second was more awkward. Of course I hadn’t put any make-up on or even really brushed my hair that day. I had even been arguing with my husband as we drove to the temple. But, as I was walking in one door, there was the ex walking in the other. The last day I saw him was when I said goodbye the night before he went into the MTC, and the last contact we had was the Dear John letter I sent a few months later. He was a lot more surprised to see me than I was to see him because I know that he is from this state. I am from a state across the country but moved here for my husband’s work.

    The next morning my husband asked me, “So did you dream about him last night?” I was thankful that I could honestly answer no.

  16. I married my high school sweetheart’s older brother-so I’ve had an ex-boyfriend for a brother-in-law for 32 years now! It may have been awkward now and then during the early years, but it’s just a funny story that we share now. It’s fun to look in our high school yearbook and see the pic’s of us-”flirt and wolf” 1977!

  17. Melissa: Thank you for your well-wrought stories. I like the little details–about the bed, the awkard neck/lip hug, etc.

    I am very social, and I travel around / move around a lot. This has given me a lot of opportunity to bump into ex-boyfriends. I really appreciate the wives who are warm to me. I am now married, and I don’t have any fantasies abour rekindling old flames.

    All my past relationships ended for valid reasons, and they are in the past. I like to migrate old flames into the friends role if possible. Sometimes that just doesn’t happen for various reasons, and that makes me sad. But I can’t always transform relationships over time. This is true for gal pals as well. Sometimes the common ground erodes or the conflict is too great. I like to recognize the ways in which I have changed for the better from my past relationships–whether they were people I dated, people I roomed with, people I worked with.

    I was just walking the dog the other day and looking over my limbs thinking, “Wow. I have little bits of so many people integrated into me. I am a universe.” Thank you, people from my past, for doing your part to contribute to my present self!

  18. I’m loving these stories—they make me smile.

    KDA, I love your idea of being grateful to everyone in your past for contributing to your present self. What a great attitude!

    Thanks everyone, for sharing your experiences. It’s been fun to read them.

  19. No uncomfortable “running into an ex” stories for me. But I will say, this post and comments have motivated me to stick to my diet – just in case!! Thanks!

  20. My husband’s cousin was my first boyfriend (the whole writing-the-entire-mission, visiting-the-house-with-letters, four-years-of-my-life kind of boyfriend). I will never forget his grace at our wedding luncheon (he had been married for years by the time I met hubby). When it was his turn for intros, he stood up and introduced himself as hubby’s cousin, and then simply said, “And Michelle and I have been friends for a long time.”

    He made what was a little awkward really memorable. In a way, it’s been a blessing…the boyfriend’s mom and siblings and I also got to be really close, and now they are all family. :)

  21. Oh Melissa, thanks for making me smile. Just so you know you look as beautiful today as you did 25, even 35 years ago. Yes, I think that I look just like I did “back then” . At least until I see myself in a picture and reality comes crashing down. I am 51 and I have become my mother. The sagging neck, the flapping arms, I even have to color my hair. But my mother who is now 88 years old reminds me that what makes us truly beautiful is on the inside. I wouldn’t change one pound or flawless skin for what I have gained over the past 25 years. I have had 25 years filled with love, the birth of 5 amazing children and all of those moments that come with them. I only wish that someone would invent a camera that could capture that image that I see in my head.

    PS I’m sure Matt thought the same thing at the luncheon that he did 25 years ago in the Elms…Wow!!

  22. I have raised my children to know they must be kind to every boy they meet. They never know if they will be related one day.
    Case in point:
    After my husband and I got engaged I was explaining to my parents about where his parents were from. I was explaining the house my mother-in-law grew up in. My dad said he knew that house. He had dated a girl that had lived in that house so he asked her maiden name. Turns out my dad dated my mother-in-law for a bit in college. Weird. So so weird.

  23. I should say that I have only daughters. They have been taught to not be mean to any boy they date or go to dances with.

  24. Janet, you are way too kind.

    And your mom is truly beautiful, one of the nicest women I know. Not such a bad thing to look like her as you grow older. =)

    “I have had 25 years filled with love, the birth of 5 amazing children and all of those moments that come with them.”—Yes, that’s the spirit! You are a wise woman, indeed. =)

  25. I spent a summer dating a nice guy from my hometown. I knew he was serious about me, but I simply did not reciprocate his feelings. He went on his mission.I got married a few weeks before he returned home from his mission. After I had a baby, I ran into him and learned that he had gotten married to a mutual friend of ours. I don’t think she ever realized the history between her husband and I, because she invited us to a Family Home Evening at their house. She planned a fabulous lesson. I enjoyed visiting with her and had hoped that her husband and I could resume some aspect of our friendship. He could barely look at me and I realized that this meeting was clearly awkward and painful to him. We never had a FHE together again.

  26. I live in the same ward as an old boyfriend Brian. We’re actually very good friends now (many years have passed since we dated and didn’t date and then didn’t speak to each other, etc.). After he got married he called me late one night and asked if I was related to Ann Hughlings Pitchforth (my mom’s maiden name is Pitchforth and it is two of my brothers’ middle name). She was my great great grandmother (and was sealed to John Taylor). I told him I was related and asked why he wondered. His wife was related to her too! When I told my mom she was so surprised that he remembered “Pitchforth” and then said, “I’d always hoped to be related to Brian.” Funny, mom. Brian’s wife and I are very good friends too and we call each other “cousin”. It’s a small world after all.

  27. This isn’t really an old flame story but it is interesting and I have thought about it a lot over the years. The summer after my sophomore year of college when I was barely 20 I got involved with a guy (I’ll call him Brent) who was bad news. After a month or so I finally broke it off, including moving away from the apartment complex where I had met him and where we had both lived. But it was hard–school hadn’t started up yet again so none of my friends had come back and I was lonely. I was determined to stay broken off but I was wavering. During the time I had been seeing Brent, another guy had taken an interest in me. This other guy was quite young, pre-mission and while I appreciated that HE was a nice guy, I just didn’t have the same interest that he did, but I tried to be nice to him anyway. Anyway, after I moved away and while I was struggling both boys came to see me at my new apartment unannounced two separate times, coincidentally arriving at the exact same time both times. It was so odd. Neither of them ever came any other time than those times and both times they scared each other off. I can’t help but wonder if Heavenly Father hadn’t prompted guy #2 (the nice one) to come those times to save me from falling back into a relationship that was no good. I don’t know. I do wish I could talk to that second guy about it but other than remembering that he was a nice young boy, I don’t remember his name. But to this day I am grateful to him.

  28. I went to my high school reunion recently: 40 years! You’d think everything would be so distant that it couldn’t possibly matter now. Weird…no. I’d deliberately picked a boy to date in my senior year. I wasn’t the girl who had a steady before that. I’d barely dated. But I was a busy high school joiner, and I was in charge of several activities and I did NOT want to show up dateless to these events. So, I picked a nice enough guy and asked him to the girl’s choice dance in early Autumn and, therefore, had myself a “steady” for the social scene that year. He was much more committed than I, and I used him. Sorry. I was so immature.

    We wrote during his mission. He extended his mission a month and so returned the day before my wedding. I’d never really told him that I would be waiting, but I hadn’t told him that I wouldn’t either. Awkward: he and a pal came to the reception, and that was the last time I’d seen him before the 40 year reunion.

    So, imagine my surprise to have my heart start pounding when he walked into the room, with his new, second wife on his arm. It was so dumb. I hadn’t loved him then, and I didn’t love now, but I was still embarrassed at my callous disregard for his feelings so long ago. He was gracious, and his wife was so nice. I finally had the nerve to chat for a while with them, and then I said, “Well, I know you two will have a lovely life. He’s a really nice guy. We went to the prom together when we were seniors.” He laughed and said, “Yeah, that was fun. And a long time ago.”

    I’ll never, ever be able to say what I should have said in a letter while he was on his mission: sorry–I’m marrying someone else. And you just can’t say “Sorry I was such a jerk when we were young” at your 40th high school reunion.

  29. When my husband and I were engaged, I was working as a secretary at BYU. One day my ex-boyfriend walked through the reception area. He stopped to chat with me, and I was friendly, but kept my ring hand on my lap. Our long-distance summer breakup had been awkward, and I’d heard that he’d had a hard time of it, so I didn’t want to rub it in that I had moved on. My co-worker, however, didn’t know who he was, and in the course of the conversation decided to make my announcement for me. She grabbed my hand and put it on the top of the desk for him to see my ring. I wanted to hide under my desk, and he was definitely surprised. I was so glad to hear that he’d gotten married not long after I did.

  30. I just thought of another one that was a little odd. I worked one summer with a guy who was a little “dorkier” than me. We accidentally met at a sporting event before our internship started, made the connection that we would be working together, and his friends told him, “You are an idiot if you don’t come back engaged”. Well, that summer we did date, but I think I was a little too “much” for him. I scared him, I think. At church one Sunday (after we had broken it off), we were whispering to teach other, and I asked him who in the congregation he would ask out, and he picked the most unattractive girl because he said he thought she would say yes. It was an odd thing. (He never did ask her or anyone else out that summer – I dated two or three more guys before the summer ended).

    I ran into him at college later that year after I was engaged. I was with my fiance, and he was with another girl who was . . . odd.

    Nearly two years later, I ran into him again. We were both about to graduate with our Master’s degrees. I was 7 months pregnant. I asked him if he had ended up marrying that girl. He looked me in the eye and said, “No, I broke up with her the same day I saw you”.

    We still talk to each other sometimes. He sent me his wedding announcement when he got married a few years later. He married a very plain sturdy woman and has a few kids, and they seem like a good match.

  31. Oh, and one more I wish would happen. I dated a guy in the navy who was stationed near me my senior year. He ended up being deployed sooner than he thought, so he went home to see his family for a few weeks before his deployment. I wrote him at home. We also wrote while he was in Japan for a couple of years, but when he decided to re-enlist (meaning he would be in Japan for at least two more years), I decided to just let the relationship go. Fast forward several years, and I was married with three children moving into our first house for my husband’s first job after graduate school. I went home to get all of my school boxes. In one I found the address of the navy guys’ parents. I was surprised to see that it is in a town really close to me – only a few miles away. I was more surprised when I googled the address and found out that we drive by it every time we go to church. I wanted to write a letter to see if he’s still around (we were more friends than anything), but I asked my husband if it would be okay, and he never answered (which I took as a no). So, I never did. That was 7 years ago, but I still wonder if I might run into him sometime. Add that to my high school boyfriend who has since moved to my state, and I feel like that song – “All my exes live in Texas!”

  32. Just have to share a funny experience my sister had! Her high school aged daughter was coming home raving about a new guy. He was SO cute, SO spiritual, SO fun, SO everything! and “isn’t it funny? he even has the same name as dad.” Fast forward a few weeks and my brother-in-law is trying to get to know this guy and is giving him a ride home. When he asked about his family, he came to realize that High School Boy’s mom was his former flame. In fact, the only other “serious” flame he had after his mission until he met my sister. And now his daughter is dating him. AND.HE.HAS.THE.SAME.FIRST.NAME! can’t tell you how hard he have laughed!

  33. Your Auntie and I found a mutual friend on Facebook. She had a crush on him in HS. He’s 300 pounds now. (That’s 136 kg or 21.4 stone. I didn’t know which units you perfer.)

    Auntie was approached by a young mother this year. “Sister, you are 54 and still HOT. What is your secret?” Good genes, which you share.

  34. Such great stories. Thanks Melissa! I kind of wished I dated more people so I’d have more fun memories to share…

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