Dreams Do Come True...

So, I've been away. No internet, moving, starting a new job, and getting my life back put a pause on sharing my Dorothy Parker inspired perspective. But....Now I'm back, with 33% more sass and more wonderful experiences to share.

I know it's been ages, but let's look back a couple of posts when I spilled my guts about Jablonski. My crush to end all crushes. High school love that was more chaste than that of High School Musical 3 where Gabriella and Troy at least kiss at the end of their long drawn out nerdy/jock love. I did just reference that and I did have a bitter tone.

But bitter I am no more. Instead I am here to tell you that dreams really do come true. And that sadly, dreams coming true doesn't always amount to what you imagined.

So....it's been five years since I've graduated the fine establishment of Norwich High School. Five years since I have parted ways with the kids I grew up with. Which means that it was time for the dreaded Five Year Reunion. I was class president, so I got to throw this shindig together. I was lazy about it and planned it for the same weekend as the big Norwich Alumni celebration and it took place at the local bar. I'd be lying if I said I was so excited to see all my old classmates and catch up. Some of them yes, but a majority, no. Which is why I put so little effort in putting things together for people I didn't particularly want to see.

The exception to this was Jablonski. I did want to see him. Badly. To be honest, I wanted to do more than just see him. Badly. I tried not to get my hopes up though, skeptical that he would make an appearance. His track history of attending planned events is dubious at best, especially when I am the event coordinator.

But when I showed up to the bar (after taking extra time to primp just in case he did show up, of course) he was sitting there, in all his Jablonski glory. The same piercing blue eys and up-to-no-good smirk. My heart sped up and I got those annoying fluttering butterflies in my stomach. Same cliche reaction as always. It was definitely one of those moments in a movie where the lead couple sees each other and the music swells to a crescendo and you know that later, other things will be swelling to a crescendo.

After my movie moment, I was quickly deflated. That initial eye contact seemed to be all the eye contact he wanted to make with me. For the next half hour, I swear he adverted his eyes and wouldn't speak to me directly. Crushed that the night would not be going as I planned, I headed to the bar to get a drink. As I sat alone, waiting for the bartender, Jablonski came and sat beside me. Of course inside I started to do cartwheels and jump for joy, but on the outside I did my best to come across as a calm, collected lady. We began to talk, catching up, talking about the weather, etc. It was nice. Then, out of nowhere, he tells me he still thinks about me a lot. I swear my jaw was on the floor. What do you say to that? Luckily, at that exact moment a friend came over to say hi, giving me a chance to get my shit together.

Over the next two hours, we talked to our other classmates, socializing and catching up. He would walk by me and tug on my ponytail. I'd look up and he'd be looking at me from across the room. It was exactly what I had wanted. Then we all left the bar and went to a party in town. At the party, we continued to flirt and talk. He would touch the small of my back or hold my hand. It got late and the party was dying down. He had got a ride out to the party with a friend, so I offered to take him home (back to his parent's house, where he still lives), not quite ready for things to end.

I drove him to his house and we sat in the parking area of his dad's service and supply shop and talked some more. I was getting more and more anxious, determined that this would be the night that we FINALLY kissed. We were angled toward each other, talking. He asked me about boyfriends. I told him I had only had one boyfriend in college and that we broke up a couple of years ago, but other than that I hadn't really been with anyone. I asked him if he had any special ladies in his life and he replied that no, he hadn't been with anyone because the only girl he can ever really think about is me. That he still thinks about me a lot. That he thinks that I am sexy, beautiful, smart and one of he nicest people. Which is what every girl who has had a huge crush on their high school love wants to hear. He thinks I'm the bee's knees. The cat's meow. Me. I told him that I still thought about him a lot, too. That he still makes me nervous and giggly. He said that he didn't know how he was so lucky to have a girl like me like him.

It was in that moment of gushy, Lifetime Movie awesomeness that I decided to lean in and kiss him. I went in for the kill. And I can tell you that after five years of waiting, it was all that I thought it would be and more. Kissing him felt like home. It felt right and comfortable. You know that feeling you get when you snuggle into your bed, pull the comforter around you and lay your head on your pillow after a long day? That's what kissing him felt like. When we pulled away, I told him that I had waited too long to do that. He just smiled and leaned in for some more. And so we made out. Two 23 year olds in the front seat of my parent's car in his parent's driveway.

It was truly as if my dreams had come true. Here I was with my crush to end all crushes, blissfully indulging in lustful temptations and hearing all the things I wanted to hear. It was surreal. Too good to be true. Which is why it makes sense that things started to get odd....