Everyone had that one person growing up that they always remembered with regret. "If only I.." Maybe this was an individual you fondly recall from childhood, or someone that you lost touch with after high school but recently discovered. Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
I had the pleasure of discovering that the one person I reminisced over from my high school days had landed on their feet after divorce. After high school, I realized that I was consumed with a slight gnawing every time I saw a photo or read an update about their life. However, I chalked it up to one of my tiny inflammations called "REGRET" and let sleeping dogs lie.
One evening, while feeling particularly amorous, I messaged said REGRET and sent a quick hello. Upon receiving a response, I quickly fell into the reconnection affection and learned about their newly discovered freedom. Trying not to to appear too eager, I mentioned that if they ever made it back into town we could catch up.
One month later, I received the message I had longed for... they would be visiting soon and would interested in catching up. Playing it cool, I issued the standard "well let me know" response and hoped beyond hopes that this gift would materialize. On time and on cue, I was contacted by the person when they came to town and plans were made to meet for dinner. I just knew that my long lost Romeo was going to whisk in and save me from my mundane existence.
Here is where caution should enter into every tale of this type. While absence makes the heart grow fonder, nonverbal contact can cause the brain to create a mountain out of a molehill. We tend to remember the good and forget the bad, and quirks that are overlooked at a young age can grow to monstrous size as we mature into adulthood. Be careful when attempting a reconnection from the past - one can be left worse for the wear upon discovery that the last holdout of hope can be life's biggest disappointment.
I tend to digress, so let me more forward into the date of my demise. We met for dinner at a local restaurant that shall remain nameless. When he exited his vehicle, my first thought was his photographs had been taken in one of those trick "objects may appear smaller/taller" mirrors. My mind's eye had fondly recalled a strapping young man of six feet. Reality smacked me in the face at a whopping 5'9". I chose to ignore this fact and we entered into the restaurant.
Sitting down, height luckily stops playing a part in the attraction phase. Shortly I begin to pick up on another nagging quirk that became a larger problem each moment that it went on. His eyes were quick and darted around in the same fashion as someone who was either hyped up on diet pills or on drugs. I tried not to look at him in the beginning, but the more his mannerisms and communication quickened, I realized I was sitting in front of the adult version of ADHD. The demise of my attraction happened at a rapid pace, but in direct opposition to his. I was beginning to have a huge problem on my hands.
I was able to invent an issue out of the clear blue that enabled me to exit the date early. A friend had a major marital incident that needed my immediate attention, but with the promise that I would rejoin him at another establishment shortly. Of course, I never showed, and told him that my night was cut short by text. I have not messaged him, nor has he messaged me since. Not a bad thing really.
Stay out of your past. It is there for a reason!
I had the pleasure of discovering that the one person I reminisced over from my high school days had landed on their feet after divorce. After high school, I realized that I was consumed with a slight gnawing every time I saw a photo or read an update about their life. However, I chalked it up to one of my tiny inflammations called "REGRET" and let sleeping dogs lie.
One evening, while feeling particularly amorous, I messaged said REGRET and sent a quick hello. Upon receiving a response, I quickly fell into the reconnection affection and learned about their newly discovered freedom. Trying not to to appear too eager, I mentioned that if they ever made it back into town we could catch up.
One month later, I received the message I had longed for... they would be visiting soon and would interested in catching up. Playing it cool, I issued the standard "well let me know" response and hoped beyond hopes that this gift would materialize. On time and on cue, I was contacted by the person when they came to town and plans were made to meet for dinner. I just knew that my long lost Romeo was going to whisk in and save me from my mundane existence.
Here is where caution should enter into every tale of this type. While absence makes the heart grow fonder, nonverbal contact can cause the brain to create a mountain out of a molehill. We tend to remember the good and forget the bad, and quirks that are overlooked at a young age can grow to monstrous size as we mature into adulthood. Be careful when attempting a reconnection from the past - one can be left worse for the wear upon discovery that the last holdout of hope can be life's biggest disappointment.
I tend to digress, so let me more forward into the date of my demise. We met for dinner at a local restaurant that shall remain nameless. When he exited his vehicle, my first thought was his photographs had been taken in one of those trick "objects may appear smaller/taller" mirrors. My mind's eye had fondly recalled a strapping young man of six feet. Reality smacked me in the face at a whopping 5'9". I chose to ignore this fact and we entered into the restaurant.
Sitting down, height luckily stops playing a part in the attraction phase. Shortly I begin to pick up on another nagging quirk that became a larger problem each moment that it went on. His eyes were quick and darted around in the same fashion as someone who was either hyped up on diet pills or on drugs. I tried not to look at him in the beginning, but the more his mannerisms and communication quickened, I realized I was sitting in front of the adult version of ADHD. The demise of my attraction happened at a rapid pace, but in direct opposition to his. I was beginning to have a huge problem on my hands.
I was able to invent an issue out of the clear blue that enabled me to exit the date early. A friend had a major marital incident that needed my immediate attention, but with the promise that I would rejoin him at another establishment shortly. Of course, I never showed, and told him that my night was cut short by text. I have not messaged him, nor has he messaged me since. Not a bad thing really.
Stay out of your past. It is there for a reason!
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