While I realize that this question is not directly related to provider or hobbyist issues, in the past I've seen that this board has occasionally been used to offer "advice to the lovelorn", etc. So, here's the situation and your chance to play advice columnist!
This is a tale of The One That Got Away...
Back in 1980, I met a young woman at my job ( a new hire). She was a recent college grad, gorgeous, and had the most wicked and irreverent "nothing is sacred" sense of humor I've ever seen in a person, male or female. This woman, whom I will call Ann, immediately captivated me, and in no time at all I was totally, crazy in love with her. I thought I'd found my true soul mate. For better or worse, Ann quickly became the Gold Standard by which I've judged all other women.
Ann and I were part of a larger group of young people at work who used to socialize frequently at local bars after our shifts were over, at company picnics and softball games, at holiday parties, etc., so we got to know each other quite well. Ann and I also went out on numerous "semi-platonic" (I never slept with her) dates; her boyfriend (and future fiance and husband) still lived out of state in her old college town. She would only see him every 1-2 weekends. For various reasons, primarily that I totally had my head up my ass at the time, I was never able find the words to "turn the corner" with Ann and turn my close, almost-yet-not-quite boyfriend status into the real deal.
A new job in late 1981 took me away from seeing Ann daily; around this time her boyfriend moved into town. In short order, they were engaged and married in 1982. Suffice to say that I was totally heartbroken and depressed, but I moved on.
Over the next decade, it seemed that every few years I would run into Ann at work (I work in healthcare, where it's not so unusual for people to move around a lot, and moonlight at other facilities). Every time I'd see her, we'd catch up with each other and our families and have these amazing conversations -- warm, funny, dry, witty -- and all my old feelings would come flooding back. I should mention that I've never tried to get Ann to have an affair with me; I fancy myself to be an honorable type of guy. I just considered her a good friend of long standing that I was catching up with, and that I had great fondness for.
In 1994, I moved cross-country, a full continent away from my old life (and Ann). Several times since then, on my annual trips home to see the family, I have stopped by at my old place of employment to visit old friends. However, it seems that Ann left the field several years before, and the few employees who even remember her didn't know where she'd gone or what she was doing.
Last December, after having gone home to attend my 25th anniversary high school reunion and seeing so many old friends, I was motivated to try to look up Ann. Recalling that she had a sister who owned her own business, I looked the sister up online for the business address. (my internet phone directory searches for Ann were unsuccessful, as her married name was complicated and I never really knew exactly what it was) I wrote this sister a brief letter explaining who I was, that I had briefly met her many years ago on several occasions, that my intentions were completely honorable, that I was living a continent away and not looking to cause any trouble, and would she please forward to Ann my name and address information and ask her to drop me a line or e-mail. Whether my letter was lost in the holiday mail crush or was just ignored outright, six months later I've still never heard from Ann.
More recently, I discovered the web site USSearch.com, and...you guessed it! Using one of there paid search functions, I supplied basic information, and was able to locate Ann and her current address. Now, before anyone out there goes "Whoah, boy!" let me assure you all that I am NOT a stalker or psycho!! I have built a very nice life for myself out here, and have no intention of going back to the East Coast or doing anything crazy to get myself in trouble.
However, I have not seen or heard from Ann since 1989, nearly 13 years ago. I have to admit that my curiosity is probably greater than a cat's, and I've always wondered what happened to my friend Ann. What I have in mind is to send her a birthday card -- our birthdays are very close together and coming up soon -- to say hello, catch up with what's happened with me (I'm not even sure that she knows I've moved West) and give her my new internet and local addresses, which have changed since my unanswered December letter to her sister. Then, it will be her choice whether she decides to contact me or not.
I'm sure that some of you out there must think I'm making a very big deal over nothing, while others may feel that I should let those ol' sleeping dogs lay, and that this could be a dangerous situation. But, have any of you ever wondered whatever happened to that special person from many years ago? Think of the lyrics to that old Paul Simon song, "Still Crazy After All These Years". The thought that I could go the rest of my life without ever seeing or talking to Ann again (even if it's just by phone or e-mail) is enough to break my heart.
Am I being totally irrational?? Should I just drop the whole thing? It's not like I haven't moved on, in a sense. I have several relationships and one divorce behind me to prove it, and I'm currently and cautiously developing a new one.
It's just that Ann was The One That Got Away.
Any questions, comments, threats, or accusations? 
Thanks for listening.