I had two; one female and one male.
The woman was a regular pioneer, about 3 years older than me (so she was about 21 when I left) and had just gotten engaged to a pioneer brother (the most boring person I've ever met - dull as dishwater) when I was plotting my escape. She asked me to be her maid of honour; which I accepted. A few weeks later I made my grand exit; in several phone conversations, she asked me whether I still wanted to be her maid of honour. After I deflected the question for a couple of weeks, we had our final phone conversation in which she told me she had asked someone else to be her MOH. That was the last time I spoke to her, July 1993. She married her pioneer that November, and they now live not too far away from me. I haven't even run into her or seen her anywhere in that time, although I did pass her husband on the sidewalk a couple of years ago.
The man was...well, really special to me. He is now a special pioneer in the Dominican Republic. I haven't seen him since June, 1993, at an anniversary party he and his siblings threw for their parents. Last time we saw each other we played table tennis together. Stupid things you remember. He often shows up in my dreams; usually the ones that take place at my old KH.