The Haunting

“Ma’am, I am here to save your daughter’s life.”

I looked over my mother’s shoulder to see the handsome hunk standing in the dark shadows of my front porch.

I had skipped studying for my calculus exam that day so that I could go with a friend to check out a college (actually to visit my boyfriend at his college but my parents didn’t need to know that). As I had sat down with my textbook after arriving back home I realized I was in way over my head. It was not going to be pretty.

There were hushed whispers as my mother conferred with my father to see if they could allow a strange boy to study calculus with their daughter in the middle of the night.

I was a senior in high school. My curfew was 8PM. My bedtime was 9PM.

It was 8:30 when the doorbell rang.

I was not holding out much hope.

Thankfully, they relented and let him stay until 10.

Truth be told, I would have dumped my boyfriend for this guy. I had THE biggest crush on him. I thought this put me one step closer to a prom date.

I did pass the calculus test the next day.

He didn’t ask me to prom.

Neither did my boyfriend, for that matter.

I went by myself.


Fast forward fifteen years. I am now married to that boyfriend, practicing medicine in a small town when I get an email that a certain ear, nose, and throat specialist is coming for a visit. He practices two towns over.

That name.

It’s him.

Tons of angst about what to wear, how I look. Why do I even care?

Because I want him to care. Not because I want him to love me now or even because I still have a crush on him. I want to validate that quiet, lonely high school girl who went to prom by herself.

I invite him and his wife over for dinner a few weeks later. I realize quickly that I don’t really like this man.

What a relief!

Fast forward another five years and he is moving his practice to this small town. My town.

Go away.


110 thoughts on “The Haunting

  1. It was good though to have this chance to check your old fantasy of having a crush on him. What a relief that you didn’t marry the guy!
    This was a fun story.
    PS. Your pictures are always so beautiful. Do you make them and if yes, is there here not only a talented Doctor but also a talented photographer?

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  2. Okay, I just have to say, I would meet you at lunch a couple of times at week. At Tim Horton’s. Just so you could tell me this stuff. So I could laugh. Probably snort/chuckle. Because you make me do that. “Go away”. I like that.

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  3. One of my high school ex-boyfriends “followed” me to a different city to go to pharmacy school – it was really creepy because I ran into him there without knowing that he moved there. Really freaky. He was married with kids, and eventually so was I. But still freaky!

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  4. It’s a good thing we don’t always get what we want in life and later wake to what was and what is the best thing that happened. “i’m here to save your daughter’s life.” That’s a good one.I wondered where you were going with that opening sentence. I hope he never finds your blog.

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  5. Life is funny that way and I totally get the relief part. You worried about what you wore because you do care….even if he was fat and bald…it is important that he see what could have been. I’m not saying it’s rational…which is probably why I get it!! πŸ™‚

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  6. I’m wondering why your boyfriend didn’t take you to the prom. He should take you to some other prom if he hasn’t already. But maybe you can’t go back and do that over. But hey, you had the courage to go by yourself anyway! And now, you’re a smart, caring doctor! So there!

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  7. Sometimes God’s greatest gifts are unanswered prayers. It always seems left open ended though doesn’t it? It wouldn’t surprise me if he felt it was left open as well – I mean after all, why would any hormone riddled teenage boy show up at a girl’s home and declare he was there to save her life at 8:30 pm so he could teach her claculus? I rest my case.

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  8. You don’t really like him so go on, have a great professional relationship with him πŸ˜€

    I was about to say, “How dare your boyfriend not to bring you to prom!” when oops! They’re now married. LOL!!!! *don’t show him this*

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  9. The guy I had a crush on in high school built a house next to us. He’s on his 3rd ‘wife’ since then and it’s not unusual for him to visit with his ‘favourite’ beverage while we’re enjoying our coffee on the deck early on a weekend morning. Garth Brooks has another great song…Sometimes I Thank God For Unanswered Prayers…indeed! πŸ˜‰

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      • Well, we live outside the city so there is a bit of green space between us…and I can always think of a chore waiting for me if he lingers too long…I don’t have to interact with him on professional level…I chuckle now remembering how I would sometimes try and manoeuver the best place at the bus stop just for the opportunity to sit close to him…how simply OUT OF OUR HEADS could we be during those years?! Oh my…

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  10. Your post is so nicely crafted. I didn’t read it as a funny story, especially not “Go away.” Sometimes we just don’t want messy or uncomfortable episodes from our past showing up in our present (even when we don’t like their current incarnations). It messes with your head. I read it as wanting some kind of vindication for the teenage girl you were. Sometimes the *past* shows up and brings vindication (validation) and it’s really gratifying, and sometimes it turns up and just makes things weird. I personally lose my sense of humor at those times because I’m still cringing on behalf of the younger version of myself. Anyway, this is how it’s been for me, maybe you too?…

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  11. I went to a Prom by myself, once. Lotta complications. Oddly, the girls (everyone else) seemed to be jealouse. I had fun, and I didn’t have to do the wrestling thing after while trying to protect awkward formal clothing, after.

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      • I over heard lamentations in the PE locker room, the next week. I was not included, but did receive resentful looks. I looked like I was maybe 11, They looked 20.

        There were a bunch of tangled complications and miscommunications beforehand. But I decided I was going to go anyway. Very small school. 200 student 4yr high school. Only 25 of them were seniors. I was a sophomore. My parents dropped be off and picked me up too. I didn’t want anyone to see me leave, so pretended to be Cinderella and left early. No such thing as “lock downs” in the olden days.

        There was spiked and not spiked punch, though they each tasted the same to me. πŸ˜€

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  12. Oh no! This sounds like it should be a soap opera. If it makes you feel any better, my prom date, was covered in hickies from another girl, got very drunk, made a fool of himself and embarrassed me, then with the help of a friend I got him down the stairs, where he threw up on me. My friend and I got him in the backseat of the car. I drove him to a school yard, left him there and walked home alone at 2pm in the morning. My parents never knew this happened as they would have been horrible to me. Oh yeah I picked a winner.

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