I knew the first time I saw him that there was going to be something between us. He was a tall, big, handsome man with beautiful dancing eyes and the friendliest smile I had ever seen. His hands were large enough to cover a side of a basketball and he just exuberated with the essence of what a man should be. He had a mysterious quality about him and I knew that I had to get to know him.
Summer was in full swing and we began spending more and more time together. I learned about his family, friends, likes and dislikes. We also learned we had a common interest in BDSM and decided to be, what we affectionately called, lab partners. We found a class at a swing club that taught people how to safely play using BDSM. I learned so much about myself that summer, and so much about him, too. One night while we were at the club, he announced to a friend that he would not be there for class the following week because he was going home to visit his family in Reno, Nevada. I was stunned and sad. How was I going to survive for ten days without him? Just the thought of it made me ill. Was I falling for this guy? No way! We were, after all, just lab partners. No more, no less.
The next day, I could not get him off of my mind. I sent him a text message and simply stated, "Take me with you". He text back, "Sure". I knew he did not think I was serious, so I told him I was. He sent a text message back telling me to call him on my break. I did. We talked. I got the time off work and, three days later, I got on an airplane with a man I had only known for two months. Everyone thought I had lost my mind, but the truth was, I was only beginning to find it.