Already on Number Four????

I met number four through an online matchmaking site long before the popularity of eharmony and those sort of sites came about.
I was living in a new town where I knew very few people--and the ones I did know where all co-workers. After some online chatting, emailing, and a few phone conversations, we decided to meet in person.
Number four was about 18 years older than me (which I knew in advance). I can't recall any sparks flying on our initial meeting. I think I was probably more nervous than anything. We chatted easily enough and although I felt some definite awkwardness, we did not lack for conversation. We made plans to get together again soon, which we did. On our third "date" (at his house) he randomly leaned toward me and we shared our first kiss. Still no sparks flying, but it was certainly an enjoyable smooch. Immediately after the kiss ended he asked me very bluntly "do you want to go to bed?". I was no virgin, but this sort of approach was all new to me! I think I gave some cheeky reply, but ultimately my answer was yes.
Good choice for me because it was fan-freaking-tastic! Soon, we were spending loads of time together. A routine was formed where I would go over in the eveninings, have dinner, watch tv, chain smoke cigarettes, drink a little booze, and go to bed. I remember at one point he asked me what I wanted out of our "situation"---God forbid he call it a relationship! I could not give him a straight answer because I honestly did not know. We never referred to each other as "boyfriend/girlfriend" but I was faithful to him all the same. It became comfortable and I enjoyed it for what it was.
Some months into things I was promoted at work. The promotion required me to relocate to a town a little over an hour away. I moved, we saw each other less, and one day on the phone he told me he had met someone else. Even though I always knew we did not have a future, and did not think I would want one with him anyway, I still remember feeling so sad and heartbroken that day. I still think of him often and wonder what he is up to.
The lesson learned from number four--every girl should have an older partner to teach her lessons she would never learn from a teenage boy!

Number Three

I had a hard time deciding who should be given the spot of number three on my list. In the end, I decided to omit the remaining "high school disasters" and skip ahead to post graduation losers.
Therefore, my number three is a real kick!
I met number three through a mutual friend. He was the drummer in a band that her boyfriend played bass guitar for. We did not click right away, but it did not take long for us to be paired up for double dates with our friends. Our relationship progressed--and weathered many storms along the way. I think most things that happened between the two of us can be blamed on being young and stupid.
About 9 months into our dating days, he popped the question. At 19 years old, I was in love with the thought of being in love! Picking out a wedding dress was the replacement for picking out a prom dress! Fortunately I came to my senses before plans got too far underway and called it all off.
We continued the on again, off again thing for while. I eventually moved away and he found someone else.
We reunited about year and half ago by chance and had some good times talking about the old days, bringing closure to somethings that were long overdue, and giving apologies for things that we had never forgiven each other for. It was, um, interesting.
At the end of the day, he is still a loser. Hence, his spot on my list!
My lesson from number three??? Leave the past where it belongs--out of the future!