I had a crush on Linda when I was like seven. Honest! I was a runt of a kid and I remember her being tall with long brown hair. Knowing how shy I used to be, I probably just stood and stared at her, unable to speak.
Since she found me on Facebook, we've been trying to figure out how we lost touch, went our separate ways, etc. I remember she lost her home to foreclosure and then she moved to another section of town. Then she met an older guy in high school who she later married...
The first thing people notice about me is how open and honest I am. I don't really have a filter once I trust someone. Had I ever thought I would eventually end up with Linda, I never would have shared so much personal stuff with her on Facebook chat. Her partner was having 'intimacy problems' so I told her about my experience with ED medication. I had nothing to hide. She lived 75 miles away, she had a guy and besides--I'm no homewrecker.
I had no 'act' to put on.
After a couple months of e-mailing and chatting on Facebook, she decided to come visit me. Other than our 20th high school reunion--when I saw her but didn't say hi because I was courting the woman who would later become my ex-wife--I truthfully had not spoken to Linda since I was maybe 12 or 13 years old.
She came up in early April and we both felt incredibly comfortable. She was no longer tall. She was adorable and 5'2. She brought up grade school pictures--in "the old days" classes were so small that an entire class and their teacher was on one 5 x 7 glossy sheet--and we laughed about what life used to be like.
She was incredibly easy to talk to. We went out and got Filet-o-Fishes at McDonalds because she loves them like I do--plus I had the actual fish that sings in the commercial in my den.
It sucked that she was someone's girl but it was what it was. She did allow me to give her a foot rub near the end of the visit.
As she drove away I cursed my bad luck. "Great, the one woman I'm truly comfortable with and she's spoken for. Figures."
She called me on Thursday to tell me that she told her live-in that she was moving out. She explained it wasn't because of me, that they had been on the outs for a while, there were some 'kid issues', etc.
I was stunned. She would return to me two weeks and a day from her first visit.
When she came up on a holiday Monday I knew what I had to do. I had to plant one on her. I just wanted a "do-over". I had never kissed her when we were kids. I knew she found me attractive as an adult and I never hid how attracted I was to her.