I think about what could have been with men I liked if only I had known what I know now. I met a nice guy in college and how I wish I had had the guts to ask him for s** as my first. he held my hand it was like he held my heart. why did I let go? I wanted him. I fell in love one look at him. now he is married and he would never look at me. I never seem to get it right. why?