different

He’s totally different. I never noticed him at first. Of course. Why would I. I always look for the on with a wildly artistic temperament, usually a 'fixer upper' or the ougoing, smooth talking (usually asshole) one in the group. Which happened to be his roomate (who may not qualify for the asshole part). His roomate didn’t make it to the end of the night. I did. As did my junior high friend with whom, I’ve regrettably crossed the line with, and my ex who I will never not love, nor feel uncontrollable emotions for. I wanted, no, needed, to extricate myself from the situation at hand with the two latter parties, so I focused on him. Not sure how it happened, but we started making out, and it was all over for me. He took me home, and due to an early morning flight, I was gone several hours later. It was a one night stand as far as I was concerned. Every guy’s dream, non?

But somehow he found me on Facebook. A benign message asking me if I had made my flight and how was my Christmas in Antigua, led to lengthy missives (we’re now on Chapter 39) where I was aroused by his intelligence, impressed by his aptitiude for writing and weaving anecdotes into beautiful stories and intrigued, wanting to know more about this man. I still do. I’m still very much intrigued. I hope he is as much so with me. Let’s see what happens because this is totally different for me.