Dan Among Den

1. Her name was Anne-Marie, a fine Scottish lass with lusciously long brown hair. We met via school, back when I was still taking classes, and we had a rocky almost-relationship over the course of several years. I think the biggest road block was that I wasn’t really in touch with my emotions back then, and I guess I had a hard time expressing my feelings. I always thought she would have been receptive, but I never really gave her the chance. Eventually, we grew apart and moved on to other things, but I don’t think I really ended in it in my own mind until I was thirteen.
2. Her name was Jalene, and we met in class my sophomore year of high school. We were very good friends over the next four years, confiding just about everything in one another. In the end, it was just bad timing. When she was available, I was hunting after someone else (a friend of hers, actually), and when I wasn’t, she was dating someone else again. Oddly enough, the last I heard of her was about ten years after I’d last seen her, and apparently she was seriously dating a guy who had been a very good friend of mine back when she and I were also good friends. But it was just two different circles of friendship that did not intersect at all.
3. Her name was Judy. A good number of you will remember Judy, and a good number of you also liked Judy. It was almost a feeding frenzy of Judy. In retrospect, I feel a little badly for her, because as a freshman in college, it was probably a little too much for her to deal with, especially the fallout. She was going to end up disappointing and hurting all but one, and she had to come to grips with that. All in all, I got off very light in the heartache department, but mostly because I chose not to get into the frenzy.
4. Her name was Jolee. She worked for me, not as a direct report, but I was on the board of directors, and she was an employee. She was smart, beautiful, funny, and overwhelmingly competent. I used to think of her like a “fire and forget” missile, in that you could direct her at a problem and that was the last time you needed to think about that problem. It never went anywhere for a long list of reasons, including but not limited to: I was married; she wasn’t attracted to me; she was in a long-term relationship; there was that whole “don’t date in the workplace” thing; and… we probably didn’t really have that many common interests. But she’s still high on my list of people to get stuck in a foxhole with.
5. Her name was Claudia. She was an actress, and a model, and totally hot. I wasn’t so sure about getting into that whole bisexual BDSM scene, but I’d hoped to broaden my horizons. In the end, it was the little things that doomed our relationship, stuff like she had no idea who I was, or the fact that I’d never even met her, or maybe that there were ten thousand other fan-boys (and fan-girls) ahead of me in line, not even counting the ones who’d already been issued their restraining orders. But if we could have just gotten past that stuff, I think it could have worked.

Some others that weren't listed here include some of MAW's friends, lots of ladies at work, some astonishingly attractive cousins, ... oh yeah, and then there was my stalker, but that's another story.

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