Very (VERY) long
TLDR: I fucked my Highschool crush, having not seen or spoken to her for 5 years, during an England World Cup game.
(Apologies in advance for my chronic dyslexia)
It’s been nearly a month since the events I am about to relate took place and I just can’t go on any longer without telling someone about them. That said, to properly tell this story we have to begin years ago with 16 year old me.
I was a terrible greasy nerd all the way through school. And to make things worse I was (and still am) Dyslexic as fuck. Thus I wasn’t even a clever nerd. I was stuck in a below average class and life was generally a grind. The one shining exception to this rule was Natalia. Natalia, by my 16-year-old standards, was a goddess. She had that emo/scene girl hair cut that was so popular back then, she had a septum piercing, she always wore her skirt too high for the uniform requirements (Catholic school strict uniform code etc.) and more than that she was a truly kind and lovely person. Other girls wouldn’t look twice at me but she, while I’m sure never interested in me, was always kind and friendly towards me. Our friendly relationship helped because (due to the alphabetical order of surnames) we were almost always sat together in classes. I quickly developed a huge crush on Nat but to avoid being friend zoned I never made any moves to act on my feelings towards her. I was terrified of being rejected, embarrassed or worse friend-zoned. We remained casually friendly towards each other.