Every girl has that one guy they will always label as the one that got away, well for me, this guy is My One.

We met when we were 15. He was a swimmer on my high school team.

First impression? Cute, nerdy and athletic.

The first time I was introduced to this boy was after a diving meet, he was sitting with a group of swimmers when I over heard him start complaining about the divers taking too long.

It was one of those moments when someone says something and instantly knows to stick their foot in their mouth, that was his reaction when the swimmers giggled and pointed to me standing there shaking my head. Next thing I knew he was asking me to homecoming.

This boy, My One, was my first date ever and I was so nervous. To make me even more nervous and add to the awkwardness of being teenagers, my mom decided it would be a genius idea to chaperone the dance.

Her little babies first date and dance, way to make it weird mom, thank you.

My One and I proceeded to go to pretty much every other high school dance together, every time just as friends.

For some reason we never took our relationship past the friend zone, not sure why, I just figured he lost interest so I moved on.

I dated other people, he dated other people, but somehow we always managed to be each others dates to our high school dances. That was true until prom rolled around our senior year. I really figured he would ask me due to our history.

Why break tradition right? We had even spoken about going together, but when it came time to go to prom, I didn’t hear from him, so I took one of my best girl friends instead.

She was a fantastic date.

When I arrived to prom I felt amazing. Being home schooled most of my life, I never thought I would get to go to a prom….(to be continued)