This one? This is my missed connection blog — raw, unresolved, and still lingering. It's not just a story about a man I almost had. It's about the craving that didn’t get fed and the silence that followed.
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“The world may never know…”
I went back to school for alumni day.
Caught up with old classmates, laughed a little too hard at memories I half-remembered, and smiled through the ones I didn’t. It felt good being back for a minute.
He was there too.
We’ve always kept in touch, off and on. He wasn’t new to me, we went to school together. I first met him through a mutual friend. That’s how he was on my radar.
Even back then, there was this quiet curiosity.
Something about him made me want to linger longer in conversation… maybe even follow him home, just to see what it was that kept pulling at me.
And all these years later, he still brings “that” day up.
According to him, we were both at alumni day, talking to current students about college life. He says we dipped off for a long lunch just the two of us.
He swears we fooled around. Says we didn’t go all the way because we didn’t have protection, but it got close.
I don’t remember any of this.
But “he” does. Vividly.
He said he never got my number. Said he didn’t see or hear from me again.
Said I basically played him for another guy.
I just looked at him like, “be serious.”
“If you really wanted to find me, you would’ve,” I told him.
And the truth is,
If he would’ve reached out after that day, I would’ve responded.
The green light was there. No mixed signals. Just missed timing.
But he’s always been shy.
Soft-spoken, lowkey, never the type to make the first bold move.
So maybe he thought the moment passed. Maybe he didn’t realize it was still open.
Maybe we almost happened.
Maybe it was one of those moments that felt big to him and forgettable to me.
Or maybe I just mentally filed it under “do not recall”.
He calls it a missed opportunity.
I call it a mystery with no receipts.
So every time he brings it up, I just smile and say
“The world may never know.”
Maybe every missed connection blog is a confession in disguise. Mine definitely is. And if this stirred something in you, maybe yours is next. Share it or keep it tucked away. Either way, I’ll be here craving the next almost.
Opportunity?
Looking back, it really was the ultimate missed connection. I’ve read other missed connection blogs before, but none ever hit quite like this one because it was mine. A craving I didn’t feed, a chance I didn’t take. And honestly? I still wonder what his mouth would’ve tasted like.
These stories don’t always end with closure. Sometimes they end with silence, with imagination, with what-ifs that crawl back into bed with you months later.
And yeah, maybe this wasn’t my first confusing dynamic. This missed opportunity still lingers, too. Guess I collect cravings more than closure.
Maybe I’ll see him again. Or maybe he’ll live forever right here on this missed connection blog.