I’m down to the last two days of the blogging challenge, and I have enjoyed doing it. It has reminded me of how much I enjoy writing and blogging, and I want to get back into it.
Today’s theme is a confession, and I have a good one. Like the last blog, it involves The Red Lion Hotel.
In 2004, I was at The Red one night and caught a glimpse of someone I hadn’t seen for a couple of years. Her name is Lana Turner. The last time I saw her, we were at a party in high school, and she kissed me. Lana left quite an impression on me, but I hadn’t thought about her for about a year. But I was happy to see her again, and what was even better, she remembered me.
Lana and I would see each other out and kiss throughout the year, but it never went any further. I had feelings for her, and I did want her to be my girlfriend, and I just never asked her for some reason.
Towards the end of that year, a friend told me he had someone he wanted to set me up with. I wasn’t keen, but I went along anyway. The blind date was so good that I dated that woman for eight and a half years. That relationship had its ups and downs, as they all do, but for most of that relationship, I had feelings for Lana.
It’s not easy to admit that while you were in a relationship, you were in love with someone else. I do regret not asking Lana out, and for a while, I wondered what could have been. But as everyone tells me, everything happens for a reason.