It all happened during one of my manic moments. Doing something so out of character, but needing something. I think of him sometimes. He was the best guy I was ever with that only lasted as long as it takes to snap your fingers. I remember him and everything between us like it was yesterday.

I always called him Mr. Perfect, not to his face. He had a great body…no, amazing body. He had tattoos. He was older and had many of the qualities I wanted in a man. And to think, I met him on a whim, and couldn’t believe he was interested in me…of all women he could have chosen.

We met in a public place after messaging back and forth for a little while. We had witty conversation (the basic get to really know you kind of stuff)  in the beginning face-to-face, but we got down to business; why we were really there. We discussed kinks, what our limits were, and new things we were willing to try.

Our first meeting was extraordinary, in my opinion (and heard nothing but great things from him (but who knows if it was real or a ploy, but honestly I didn’t quite care). His lips were soft; his body was muscular in all the right places; and the sex was downright toe-curling. I remember quite clearly his first words he said when it all began-“I can’t understand why no one would want to fuck you all of the time.”-as I gripped onto his desk and fell into the most blissful state I had ever been in.

We were always messaging each other at random times. Cute messages, intriguing conversation. It was never ending. He would message me while he was somewhere interesting just to tell me about it. He even went as far as just stopping to give me a hug just because he missed me. It was all rather sweet and different for me. I rather enjoyed the flattery.

We met again for another amazing tryst, but it was all cut short with a phone call to pick up the kids. At least it waited until after it all happened rather than before. I wish he could’ve stayed longer, but the time I got was a memory to add to the books.

He made things worth holding onto hope that there was some kind of happiness with another man out there, even though I knew it would never be with him. He was just perfect in my eyes.

Sadly, it all came to an abrupt end, but I will never forget any of it. It was worth the issues it caused. It was worth ta king care of myself and impressing him at ever turn. It was worth the fleeting smiles and butterflies I would get. I always wonder if I’ll ever have that again with someone.