He took me to The Phantom of the Opera when we were 16. I dressed up in a skirt (I was forced to by my mother who said you can't go to something like that in jeans) and he picked me up in his truck. It was a fantastic show and I loved every second of it. He invited me to Les Miserables which was coming the next month and I declined because I already had tickets. When he dropped me off at home, I told him that if he mentioned to anyone he saw me in a skirt I would beat him up.
It was 8 years later I realized that might have been a date.
He was part of the outskirts of my life throughout high school and college. I adored him, but anything more never occurred to me. He was just Dave. He's now an RCMP and I haven't seen him in years.
I still wish I had invited him to be my grad date.