My High School Crush Invited Me on a Restaurant Date Years Later,
but I Was Speechless When It Was Time to Pay the Bill
I’m Emma, 35. Back in high school, I had a huge crush on Jason—the golden boy, football star, perfect everything. I was the quiet, bookish girl; he barely noticed me.
Years later, I’d transformed—successful, confident, stylish. Then I ran into Jason at the grocery store. Handsome, charming… and he asked me out. I said yes.
Dinner at a fancy restaurant started sweet, with nostalgia and laughter. Then Jason’s charming facade cracked. While I was in the restroom, he deliberately put a hair in my food, called the waitress over, and got us free meals with a grin.
Turns out, he’s still the same high school Jason—stuck in his old tricks, working as a low-paid promoter, trying to game the system. I laughed, blocked his number, and realized how much I’d grown.
Sometimes, the crushes of our past are just reminders of how far we’ve come.
