I met a man last night from one of the many matchmaking apps online. He wasn't what I expected at all. I was surely catfished in the best way possible. I feel embarrassed to even admit to myself that I slept with him on a first date. My saving grace was that I was possessed by liquid courage and not at all sober of my actions. I awoke with a feeling of drifting on cloud nine, little sore in some areas but okay for the most part. Though I was intoxicated I remember last night all too clearly. He was so beautiful. I didn't think such a man ever existed, that or I need to explore other continents more. His features were soft yet defined. The most memorable of his face was his grass green eyes contrasting the olive skin tone around them. He had dark lashes that matched his dark hair. I sigh into my pillow his image lingering in my mind. I know it was stupid and that he probably had plenty more other women around with those kinds of looks, but I couldn't say I regret it. I'm not sure how it was possible for him to be so perfect, his personality, attractiveness, even hobbies were so similar to that of my preference. He said we'd meet again, I didn't think we would since I was planning to leave as soon as I awoke with shame at myself for sleeping with a complete stranger on the first night.
The plan has failed, as it seems he not only made me breakfast in bed but it appears that I am also locked into this master bedroom...
Shout out to Donnie!
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Captured Love
FantasyWithin a span of a single night the man of her dreams takes her away off to a faraway place. She has what she thought would be a one night stand only to find out in reality it would be a much more permanent commitment. In the end she must choose be...
