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As I mentioned in my blog last week, I recently had the thrill of running into the Biggest Crush of my High School Existence on Facebook.

I couldn't believe it when this gorgeous specimen of all that is beautiful in the world appeared in my "Suggested Friends" list on Facebook.

He looked just as ruddy-cheeked and mysterious as I'd remembered. He was still handsome enough to model. Professionally. Not just in my dreams. (Okay, maybe he'd be modeling for J Crew these days instead of Abercrombie, but he was definitely still Zoolander-esque.)

After a few seconds of staring into those eyes that I hadn't seen since I was 17, I hastily sent him a friend request. Along with an incredibly dorky note over-explaining how I knew him.

As I waited for a response - please, oh, please! - I thought about the funny turns life takes. I'd truly forgotten all about Hans*. But now, by some twist of Facebook fate, he had suddenly been conjured before my very eyes, a long-forgotten dream now suddenly real. And I suddenly recalled the strength of passion seeing his face or hearing his hands on a piano used to inspire in me.

I couldn't help but indulge in some rom-com imaginings. Maybe I ran across his photo for a reason. Maybe this was some act of wild destiny, that we were meant to stumble across each other after all these years. Maybe we'd end up playing piano duets again ... at our wedding.

To my great surprise, Hans wrote me back within a few hours. Yes, he would be my friend! Yes, he thought I looked "terrific!" Yes, he now works as a doctor in Germany!!!

The Germany thing didn't give me a moment's pause from my happily ever after musings. Doctors can move! I was sure we would find a way to make this work. And make sweet, sweet, music together again.

I clicked through his profile. There were photos of him looking handsome. Photos of him looking doctor-y. And photos of him with ... his wife and child.

Grrrrrrrr.

Maybe this Facebook fate thing is overrated. Maybe it was better before all this technology, when there was very little chance of running into your long lost childhood playmates and high school crushes. Once upon a time, if you met someone from your forgotten past, it truly was a moment of destiny. And if you never met them again, they were free to live and love deep in your imagination.

*Names have been changed to protect the handsome.

Who was your biggest high school crush?

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