I was 21 years old and working as managing editor of a weekly newspaper. I had just gotten out of a three-year relationship and I wasn’t dating anyone. As I worked alone at my office on a Sunday afternoon, a young woman dropped by to see me.
She was on her way back to her college after a weekend visit home. We had had a flirtatious relationship but it hadn’t been anything serious. Now that I wasn’t dating anyone, though, she had come to see whether I’d be interested in turning our flirtation into something serious.
I felt conflicted. I was attracted to her, but I knew I wasn’t going to date her. Maybe I wasn’t really completely over the relationship that had just ended, I told her. She understood. I kissed her as she left and we remained friends.
We both moved on to other relationships and I didn’t think any more about the conversation. I assumed she hadn’t thought about it for years, either. About a month ago, I realized that I lied to her that day — but only because I had lied to myself.
I decided it was time to call her — after all these years — and explain what had really happened.

Love & Hope — Episode 7:
A bully picked a fight that night — and now I’m dreaming about it
How do we start over and give ourselves parenting we needed?
Who were you before someone told you who you were supposed to be?
Why Santorum is wrong: When God sees sinful world, that includes U.S.
Without hope for a better future, depression grabs us by the throat
What evil lives in the heart of man who can kill his wife, daughters?
That huge fed debt increase? They’ve already used 60 percent of it
If you repress feelings long enough, depression attacks without warning