Fast forward 4+ years to last Wednesday night, and I'm having a margarita with a friend when I got a text from one of our mutual friends that he and Shawn were down the street. So the four of us meet up and as soon as I saw him again it was the same old sparks again even though I hadn't seen him in nearly 5 years. He looked sooo good, especially now that he's FINALLY taller than me at 6'2. We hung out for hours that night playing pool and catching up. Then last night (Friday) they texted me again, and we met up again. Only this time Shawn was being very flirtatious with me. He was holding my hand, dancing with me, putting his arm around me, etc. We were sitting outside in a gazebo when out of nowhere he leaned over and kissed me. All I could think about was how for YEARS I fantasized about making out with him and never could. So I asked him why he had told me 'no' for so long and then out of nowhere after hanging out with me for two days it's different and he said, "In high school I was an asshole, and I was stupid. It wasn't until later that I came to my senses but you had moved away."
I ended up staying the night at his house last night. Not the best decision of my life, but it happened, and if I could take it back, I don't know that I would. The only thing that sucked about it was that I had been celibate since my last relationship (9 months ago), and I wanted to wait until I was really, truly serious about someone before I broke it.
Oops.

