One night with the one who got away proved that we weren't quite the people we remembered
If you're going to check your old boyfriend's Facebook page, you'd better be prepared for what you might find
There's nothing like that first awkward kiss with the girl you're going to marry in seven years
I was with Kelly decades ago, for just a few short months, but it's taken a lifetime to let him go
Sharon said she was tired of stuck-up pretty boys and wanted to concentrate less on looks and more on personality. It was my lucky day.
The way he broke up with me basically negated the 7 years leading up to it. It was callous, it was cruel, and it was over.
Her name was Lena—she was my friend's stepmother, a total knockout, and I was completely hot for her
I had won the personal ads lottery with Henri, a virtual collage of my adolescent fantasies—or so I thought
We never forget our first loves because of the way they make us feel — cherished beyond belief