I Disliked High School Because the Prom Queen Made My Life Miserable – 12 Years After Graduation, She Matched with Me on Tinder and Had No Idea Who I Was

she was sitting across from me.

Not interest.

Not chemistry.

Opportunity.

She admitted she wanted to break into my industry and thought maybe we could “talk.”

“So this is a job interview,” I said.

“No,” she said quickly, reaching across the table to touch my wrist. “Not like that. I really like talking to you. I just thought… why not both?”

Why not both.

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