[Sister Havana]

Oh my God. I have been the President of the "I Want The One I Can't Have" club for so, so long! Way back in the day, there was this guy who I met on the second day of second semester, freshman year in a class. I fell for him the second I met him. After class I was sitting in the computer lab with my friend, telling her about this hot guy in class when who should send me a BITNET (showing my age here...this was sort of like an IM) message at that moment! It turned out he lived in the same dorm as I did so even though he ended up dropping the class, we saw each other around the dorm every so often and we became good friends. He dated a girl who used to live on my dorm floor for years...they were even engaged for a while. Guess who he talked to about how lonely he was and how much he missed her when she was in London for a semester? Guess who he came to for advice when they had problems? Yep...good old Auntie Rachel. After her, he dated some others...in fact, I always used to tease him that he dated every single female from the Chicago area in the journalism school except for me! You don't know how torturous it was, hearing him tell me all these things, and me sitting there listening and all the while I just wanted to hit him with a 2x4 and scream "HEY! WAKE UP! I wouldn't treat you like that! I've been in love with you for years!" Of course, I never did. Oh yeah...and there was always chemistry between us, and there were many times that I got the feeling that he may have had a crush on me...but nothing ever happened.

We lost touch, of course. Last I heard he was married.

That's one of many, many stories I have.