Back when I was in college, before I met the Evil Twin, I dated a guy - kinda on and off for a couple of years. His name was Spit (at least, that is what I'm going to call him for this story, because that's the name he went by during our punk years).
We had a volatile relationship. We were young and stupid. But there was a lot of passion in that relationship.
We ran around in the same small circle of similar minded punk kids. If you were into punk music at that time and you followed the shows that came to this area, I knew you.
The Evil Twin and Spit were friends for years before I had met either of them. At the point I met Spit, the Evil Twin was in the Air Force, stationed out in New Mexico. He had sent Spit a Christmas card that he had designed - I think it was a bloody Santa or something twisted like that. Spit showed it to me and said it was from his friend "the Evil Twin" (his exact words). I didn't think much more about it or that card until about three years later, when I did actually meet the Evil Twin.
By that time, Spit and I were long over, but we were still friends. We remain friends to this very day, in fact.
Anyway, he did not want me to get involved with the Evil Twin. Not like he had much of a say in it at that point.
I think by then, Spit liked to keep me around as a fuck buddy. I certainly didn't mind - he was a good lay. He also taught me a certain skill that shall remain nameless, but it's a good skill for a girl to have.
I had a wild past, but he and the Evil Twin were the only two people I've ever truly loved in my life. Of course, after 16 years of togetherness - hot and heavy since April 11, 1992 - I still love the Evil Twin.
I know some people are ashamed of their pasts. I'm not. I figure all the things I've done in my life have helped shape me into the person I am today. No regrets.