The Homecoming King
Posted by Michelle Churchill on Aug 22nd, 2007
I have spoken with the Homecoming King at least once a week since we connected on the Web. We have been having fun on the phone and sharing dating secrets and personal stories about our lives and families.
We talk so easily, that when it came time to go to a friend’s wedding back home I immediately asked him to join me. He happily obliged and I think we were both excited about reconnecting.
He arrived to pick me up at the airport and I was not disappointed. He was as I remembered.
Tall.
Handsome.
Smart.
We had a lovely time and were inseparable for the long weekend.
My Homecoming King was incredibly shy and reserved. If the discussion about moments from our past became too personal or emotional, he would nip it in the bud. I would just be coming out of my shell and ready to talk about the issue at hand, on the verge of tears, and he would put an end to the conversation.
As the weekend progressed, I found myself being bolder than usual, pushing him to talk about issues from dating to marriage to abortion to politics. I was testing his limits and exposing mine.
Did I have some crazy expectations for the weekend? Did I somehow think that I flown home to the love of my life? Was I hoping my high school crush would tell me he’d been waiting all these years just for me?
I really don’t know the answers to any of those questions. We clearly had some chemistry. Perhaps he was too shy. Perhaps I was too bold. In the end I wasn’t sure what had happened.
Would I see him again?
Did he want to see me?
We continue to talk at least once a week and I confess I would be crushed if we didn’t. There has been a bit of a shift. A shift in me.
I want him to want me.
I want him to call up and tell me he had a great time.
He wants to come to visit.
‘I’ll be there soon.’
There comes a time when you know if what you have on your hands is a budding romance or a great friendship.
Does anybody really know what time it is?
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