ME AND MY HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH MET YEARS LATER. HE INVITED ME ON A RESTAURANT DATE BUT WHEN IT WAS TIME TO PAY THE BILL, I WAS SPEECHLESS
I never expected to see Dorian again. In high school, he was the guy everyone noticed—charming, confident. I was the quiet girl in the back. So when we reconnected at a charity gala and he actually remembered me, I was shocked. Even more so when he asked me to dinner.
The night felt like a dream—rooftop views, jazz, borrowed dress. Then the check came: $382. I reached for my purse, expecting him to cover it. Instead, he said, “Mind splitting this? Things are tight.”
I was stunned. He wore a Rolex, drove a Tesla, talked about Santorini. Still, I paid my half, but something felt off.
A few days later, he asked to meet. Over coffee, he came clean—he’d lost his job eight months ago. The luxury? All a front: leased, borrowed, maxed-out cards. He was just trying to keep up an image.
That night, the fantasy faded—but something real began. We started over—no flash, just honesty, long walks, simple dinners.
A year later, we’re still together. No pretending. Just us.
The lesson? Don’t judge the highlight reel. Sometimes, truth is the beginning of something real.
