Talia is 35 years old event manager. She says “I look younger than I am, or so I’m told by everyone who meets me.” She is also “classy, fit, and tall” and says “I have a smile that makes you smile back.” Talia’s friends would describe her as “educated, fun, loyal, and direct. I work hard and I know what’s important. Life is short.” Talia likes spending time by the water, hanging out on patios, riding horses, and of course, gardening.
I hadn’t been dating in a while, and finally got back online. I liked what I saw on Dele’s profile, and got the ball rolling with a message asking him out. It was one of those things you do without overthinking it. I hate endlessly messaging for a month before meeting. We decided to meet soon. It was almost my birthday, so I thought that maybe he could be my present.
We met up at a wine bar. He was a good-looking guy, works out, and taller than me, which is a plus. I’m already 5’10”. He was a man’s man. A tough guy with edge. A bad boy. I was hooked the moment I lay eyes on him. He smelled good, too.
He ordered the wine, and we connected over liking the same music. As much as I thought he was hot, I liked the conversation even more. I forgot about time and space. At the end of the date, I gave him a simple kiss goodbye, and a hug. I didn’t hear from him again. I assumed that he was used to “more” at the end of a first date.
A few months later, I was cleaning up my phone when I came across his number and sent him a quick message, just saying hi. We ended up chatting, and he asked me to go out again.
We went to a great restaurant. I think I could smell him from a mile away. We greeted each other like old friends, and the night went on like that. Once again, I forgot about the time that was passing, and we ended up eating and talking for hours. Dele ate off my plate and told me about his life. We stayed for dessert.
He walked me back to my car and I just decided we were not done. There was going to be another kind of dessert. I got in his car, and Dele took me for a drive along the lagoon. We parked like high school kids. Things got heated in his truck. I have never done anything in a vehicle, but I just had this moment where I thought … Why not?
It was totally hot, and so were we. I can’t recall a time in my life when a man made it more apparent that I rocked his world, literally. It was a mind-blowing experience for both of us. He told me I made him forget his name.
We laughed and talked some more after, and he drove me back to my car. I kissed him goodbye with a look that I’m sure he knew was special. I drove home all the way thinking. . . What have I just done? But I didn’t care. I loved every minute of it.
I thought Dele would probably never see me again, given that I was so forward. He messaged me shortly after, saying how it was the best he ever had. I told him that I had never in all my life done that, which was true. It was an amazing date.
We went out for a while, but he wasn’t interested in forever like I was. “No commitment” was his motto. I wanted more. My heart knew I was being crazy, letting this guy get so close to me. I didn’t listen to my intuition. It officially ended when a friend of mine saw his profile online. I found out later that I was one of many women in his life.
He’s still out there online, but I just smile and pass him by. No regrets. It was amazing and we had so much fun together. We spent nights at home watching old movies and having dinners, conversations and great sex. I can’t ever say I’m sorry about it. He’ll always have a piece of my heart.
Just that, he isn’t for me. At least, he doesn’t want what I want.