The Ones that got Away

In conversations over the past few days, the topic of “the one that got away” has come up, either directly or indirectly, and I’ve done a bit of thinking about it. Most people, when they talk about “The One”, speak about one specific person that they actually dated. This person, typically, was someone that they didn’t treat as well as they should have. They didn’t realize it, of course, until far too late in the game.

I’m think that almost everyone, in some way or another, has one that got away. Now don’t be concerned… you won’t hear me here pining away for the [Holli|most recent ex] or even the ones before her. No, you see, when I think about “the one who got away” I don’t think about ‘one’ at all. Not by a long shot. No, you see, the relationships that I’ve had have been good, for the most part. I’ve had no real complaints that weren’t satisfied by a break up.

The “person” that I think will have gotten away won’t be a person at all. Rather, it will probably be an amebous group of people whose names I may not even fully know. For as young as I am, I’ve met and interacted with a large number of people roughly my age. From what I can tell, I’ve met some of the most amazing 17, 18, 19, and 20 year-olds in the country. Sometimes I wonder if the one that got away, hasn’t already gotten away… without so much as a date or flirtation. The tragedy of this situation, however, is only speculative… it’s really more useful as a melodramatic influence than it is a good reason to fret. Nevertheless, I still sometimes wonder if this person or that person wouldn’t have made a good girlfriend or more…

…either that or this is the chicken from dinner talking.