This probably doesn't count but it's along the same lines.

Picture it, Vancouver, 1980. My BF and I had been living together for about 3 years and we were really in love. I'm working for an Ad Agency doing the monthly billing. I have a program error so I call the programmer. It requires that he come into the office.

When he arrives, we lock eyes and my legs immediately turn to jelly. The sparks fly. While he is fixing the problem there is some major eye contact going on. Later he shakes my hand and leaves. I'm shaking all over. I want this guy.

He calls me the next week to chat and we "date" for about 3 weeks at which time he gives me 3 carnations to celebrate. But all is not well. I'm lying to my BF and my conscience can't take it anymore. Thank God we were not "intimate". "Wayne" wanted me to leave "Al" but I just couldn't. I chose Al and when I told Wayne he was heartbroken.

Al and I broke up permanently 7 years later. Now I wonder what would have happened if I'd made the other choice. I wish I could see Wayne again just to apologize.