I never really liked anyone in my high school and didn’t feel the need to keep in touch, let alone visit my hometown after I’d left.

I wasn’t what you’d call popular, so landing a girlfriend was next to impossible. The jocks dated the cheerleaders, and geeks like me relied on porn, fantasy, or both. Mostly, mine centered around a cheerleader named Kelly. She was next level: tanned, blonde, and almost Amazonian. She looked like she should be serving champagne on a Dutch airline.

Last year was my fifteenth reunion and a few of my friends convinced me to go. Admittedly, the teenage boy in me fantasized about seeing Kelly after all these years. Had she heard about my success as a defense attorney? Would she confess that I was her secret crush and throw herself at me with uncontrollable lust?... Read More