Number Six

This one is chronologically out of place, but I felt now would be a good time to talk about him.
I went to school with number six for years, yet never knew him. Sure, I saw his face around the halls and somewhere along the way I started associating a name with that face, but our circles never crossed. He graduated a year before me and when I started to attend the Community College in town, he was a student there as well. Schedules put us in the same place at the same time often. One day he asked if I would like to go with him to a movie. Without much thought, I agreed, and we were off! Our first kiss lasted nearly 2 hours. I think my entire face was numb by the time the credits started to roll. The more I learned about my newfound friend, the more I liked. He was just an all around good guy. Polite, intelligent, good looking, funny, generous--boy was he generous!, he was so many of the qualities you look for in a mate.
However, I was a silly girl who did not know what a good thing she had. After a few months (??) I decided to pursue a previous relationship and our courtship ended. We did remain friends--although strained at times. He was still that guy who could always make me laugh.
Over the few years following our split we talked a few times here and there and eventually lost touch and that was that.
I just heard from him recently through a social networking site that I belong to and we have shared a few emails and have plans to get together soon.
He has definitely been someone I have thought about a lot over the years, but the recent reunion of sorts has put him back at the forefront of my mind.
The Lessons learned from Number Six:
-the Good Guys are the ones you should hang on to.

-Memories are a wonderful thing :)

Number Five

The great rank of number five goes to Satan.
I met Satan at work not long after transferring with the company I worked for back near my hometown. He was completely off limits as far as I was concerned because he was married. Some occassional chit-chat at work led to innocent flirting, with me always knowing it would never go anywhere. Boy, was I wrong. One day, after months of friendliness, he asked me to accompany him to run an errand after work one day. (very long, detailed story, but he really did need to have someone with him for this) I agreed, and after the errand was ran, a kiss was shared.
At this point, he was telling me that his marriage was over and the wife was moving up North soon. I believed everything he told me and soon we were inseperable. The wife did move, and I moved in within a matter of days. By the time I moved in, I was already 2 months pregnant with our child.
We had some really great months, I was totally in love, he was the perfect boyfriend. Life was good.
You know what they say...all good things must come to an end. Throughout the pregnancy, he was sorting out the details of his divorce, and the financial responsibilities he would have as a result of that. We made the decision not longer before the arrival of our child to move in with parents temporarily to save some money, pay off some bills, and get a fresh start on our life together.
After the baby came, so did the lies and deceit. Around the time our son was 3 months old I caught him cheating on me and our relationship ended.
We have weathered a lot of storms during the seven years since then--both of us have gotten married and had more children. Things have not always been peachy, but overall I think we put our child first and that is why things work well for us.
There are two lessons that came from this one...
1) You need to let yourself fall completely head over heels in love at least once in your life
2) Mama was right--a leopard never changes his spots!