It had been a long time since Kaitlyn and I got together, and even though I had continually thought about her, how could I not, I never expected to see her again. Last time we spent time together, she was so much more younger than me, and the thought of being with her again, especially after the first couple of times, well was always on my mind. I desperately wanted to keep in touch, but it was obvious she was trying to move on because she had blocked me from her social media, and she wasn’t responding to my emails, even the ones that simply said, “Happy Birthday.”

I was let say, obsessed with her, and wanting to at least see her on social media, I created a false Facebook account, so I could at least see recent pictures, being I hadn’t seen her or talked to her in 2 or 3 years. I knew she was in a relationship now with a guy and yea, there were photos of her when she was younger, but there were also pictures of the two of them that obviously showed she had apparently gotten married to him.

It was nice to at least see photos of her, because she still looked good, and they did make me smile, and being able to see her, even though it was only in pictures, brought back old memories of being with her. Any ways, I continued to discreetly look at her postings, and I did think about trying to contact her, but feeling it might turn her off, I kept my distance.

I was torn, I wanted to contact her, but being she was married now, I knew it would probably turn her off, and as the years passed, I came to realize, “It just wasn’t meant to be.”

Of course, whenever she would happen to come to mind, I would continue to look at her postings and fantasize about being with her again. However, as a few more years passed, I could see from the more recent photos of her that she had gotten, well let’s say heavier. No she wasn’t fat, I didn’t want to think that, but yea, she had put on some weight.

Way back when I first saw her at Starbucks, Kaitlyn was very petite, probably only about 100 pounds, but now she looked to be, I don’t wanta say it, maybe about 50 pounds heavier. She still seem very happy, smiling, which made me smile too, continuing to think, “I really wanta be with her.”

I did try to put our time together behind me, but I couldn’t help look at her postings and seeing her with more than a few extra pounds made me think, “Maybe she’s pregnant,” but really, she didn’t look like she was, and there were never pictures of a baby.

Kaitlyn still had that infectious smile, and even though she was married to this guy and they looked happy in the photos, my attraction to her was still there. I always wanted to see more pictures of her, and even though she was on Facebook, her newer postings were locked.

Wanting to see more of her, I searched online, but never found her on Snapchat or Instagram or even TikTok. Eventually, I did an online people search, and even paid money to find out where she now live. I know it’s obsessive, I already told you I was, but I wanted to see where she lived, hoping maybe I’d run in to her.

Eventually, I just happen to find her on LinkedIn, and even found more pictures of her with her new last name and being that she now seemed to be more secure and that she was maybe 6 years older, I decided to take a chance and contact her through her LinkedIn profile.

I was still worried how she’d take hearing from me, but after creating a simple message to recognize her work experience, I hit send. It made me nervous and never expected a response, because she had never responded to my emails or messages before, but I checked often.

After a while, I came to realize she wasn’t going to respond but then suddenly, out of the blue, there it was. It too was a simple system reply saying, Thanks.”

I was shocked, but it was nice to finally have some communication with her and when she too messaged me about my work experience, I smiled thinking, “Maybe.”

She was a few years older now, and even though we were a tiny bit closer in age, she was still, well a lot younger, and when I boldly messaged her asking, How’s everything going,” she didn’t respond back.

Immediately, I thought, “She’s just being friendly, responding to my message,” but when I finally got a message from her tell me, “Everything’s good,” I became nervous thinking, “Should I message her back.”

However, before I could even finish thinking about what to do, I got another message from Kaitlyn asking, “How have you been?”

It was nice, and feeling she was open to talking, I tried to keep our messaging going. Again, it was nice to finally be talking with her, and as we continued to communicate back and forth, I decided to take a chance and ask if she wanted to meet up. I was nervous, I had wanted this chance and after asking, she again didn’t message me back right away.

I became scared, thinking I overstepped, but after a little bit, I got a message back saying, “What are you thinking.”

Immediately, I searched for what to do or where we could meet up, and knowing she lived farther away now, I looked at restaurants closer to where she lived.

I wanted to see her, and even though I hoped I might have a chance to be with her, I at least wanted us to be friends again.

Thinking for a moment, I suggested, “How about, Chili’s or Ruby Tuesdays or Bennigan’s,” something like that, and when she mentioned, “Let’s meet at the Chili’s,” I anxiously agreed.

It was convenient, close to where I lived and close to her too. I of course was more than excited to see her, and after deciding to meet that Friday afternoon, I thought, “Think she’ll bring her husband?”

I really didn’t want to think that, but either way, I knew I had to go into it with an open mind, and that afternoon, I made sure to clean up best I could, and continued to tell myself, “Just stay cool.”

I had told Kaitlyn, I’d get there early, so I could get us a booth, and the minute I got to the restaurant, I made sure to ask for one that was more secluded, more toward the back.

Sitting down, I couldn’t help smile as I anxiously waited. I was excited to see her, and watched anxiously for her to come in the front door, and then suddenly, “Oh my god, there she is,” I thought.

Scooting back in my seat, I waved to her, and when she saw me she smiled and headed my way. Getting up out of the booth to meet her, and seeing she hadn’t brought her husband was a relief.

Walking toward me, she was wearing a red plaid flannel shirt that was untucked and unbuttoned to help, I think hide the fact that she was a little heavy, and as I continued to look at her, I could see that she was wearing an off white spaghetti strap tank top under her flannel shirt that, more than accentuated her cleavage now that she had fuller boobs being she was heavier.

Smiling, I couldn’t help but look down at her legs, and seeing she was wearing some black leggings and some flats, I immediately looked back up and again figured she was wearing leggings to help hide her shape.

Continuing to smile I said, “Hi,” and after shaking hands, I boldly stepped toward her, giving her a hug.

It was only for a moment, but the smell of her perfume on her neck was exhilarating, and after an kind of awkward moment, we eventually both sat down across from each other, and as we smiled, searching for what to say, I excitedly said, “You look great.”

It did make her smile, and after adjusting her shirt to self consciously cover her boobs, she told me the same.