I did. But I was young. Lemme splain:
First, this was my first serious relationship. I was 18. He was 25. He came from a wealthy family, a famous family. I was from a poor family, never had "nice things", never really traveled, and I was "virginal". I was naive, trusting, not sophisticated; he spoke 3 languages fluently, and was world traveled. He was a musician, and his parents owned a resturant. Everything he taught me was new. I didn't know how to dress for the occasion, or what to say to people, cause I was shy had never been taught. I had never lived on my own either. So I felt he was out of my league. He did teach me a lot. We were together 4 solid years, 5, off and on. And even today we are still friends, and he told me once, I was the one that got away.
Glad to say that I grew, and learned and changed, and he never made me feel less for not being uppity or conceited. I think that's what he like about me.
Oh boy those were good times. Lol.
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It shocked the hell out of my 'cause I was a nothing but a mere pretty but broke college student 
