I met Jay during my junior year in college. He was beautiful, brilliant, amazing. He was probably the first man I really ever loved. We got serious (god I hate that phrase) really quickly, talking about children and marriage after a few months. I really thought he was the elusive One. After all, his sister had my name, so we knew it would sound good with his last name, we had the same birthday, he had family in my hometown. When people saw us together, they would smile and say, "you two are perfect together." He used to call me his princess. And I thought I had it all. Then came the horrible, drawn-out end.
Jay and I had one of those breakups that wasn't really a breakup. We couldn't stay away from each other. He, however, also couldn't stay away from other women as well, and I was too convinced that we were meant to be to let go. The one thing I can say, though, was that when we were together, it was as if none of the other girls existed. He was attentive, gentle, and genuinely caring. And because of that, I couldn't stop loving him. But the final end came in a spectacular, heart-breaking fashion after the last week of our senior year. Jay was my date for my sorority's spring formal, and I could not have asked for a more perfect night. There were declarations of love and promises of never letting each other go. I was content, convinced he'd come to his senses, and that we had a future. Our senior formal was a week later, and Jay and I had planned to go with friends, and meet up there. Imagine my surprise when he showed up with another girl. It took all the strength I had, plus that of my dear friends, to keep me from breaking down into hysterical sobbing as soon as I saw them. And that was that.
Now it's 7 years later, and though I'm incredibly happy with K and my life now, I've always been curious about what happened to Jay. I know he went to medical school, but other than that, I never knew what became of the man I thought I would marry. So I did what any rational *ahem* girl would do: I googled him. And I found him. After the Horrible End (so horrible, in fact, that I never told my mother what happened), I assumed he'd end up married by the time he was 25. He had so much going for him that it was impossible to imagine him without a girlfriend. My *ahem* research, however, has shown that he is, indeed, single. It may sound smug and vindictive, and yeah, ok, bitter, but that little bit of news actually made my day.
