So Busted...

I went to my high school reunion a few months ago, pretty confident that I did not need to have any of those conversation/confessions of teenage crushes with anyone. Well, that was true, but then this happened to me the other day...
I got a comment on one of my blog entries from someone named Nate. He was inquiring about me because he saw another blog in which I had referenced his name and he didn't remember me. I was asked to email him and explain how I knew him and the "embarassing moments" I had talked about. It was signed by none other than Nathan Seable! The hotty in the Concord 2nd Ward we all lusted after in high school. None of you can laugh because I won't name names, but I know you all thought he was hot too. We would always talk about that hot, quiet cowboy. And most of my high school friends know I have a string of moments I like to call my "Nathan Seable Saga." He didn't say whose blog he found me on, and I don't remember.
So I had to write that email that was totally the confession of "I had a crush on you in high school." I then proceeded to tell him, in a nutshell, about the "embarrassing moments." Like how I spilled food on him at a wedding reception, or was learning to drive in the Northgate parking lot while he and his dad were painting the Broncos mural, ( and then my dad, as stake president, HAD to go say hello), then how I ran, no leapt, into a mirror right in front of him during a blackout at BYU Education Week. So painful. Now I laugh really hard about all of these experiences, but I also never thought I would have to re-hash them to the man himself. I am sure he was laughing reading this email, and I was laughing writing it.
Needless to say, he remembered me and wrote back to tell me what he is doing right now. It all turned out just fine, but wow, it is a small world and karma really does come back to bite you in the &^%.