This is a tue story.

I  am not a braggart, I am a person with her own ideas about how relationships should be developed.

I'm in a bar in Reynoldsburg, Ohio. It's karaoke night,  I love to sing, and I am  not great but good enough to win some contests.  Besides, it keeps me from sitting on a barstool all night and having to resort to cheezy  pickup lines. I am in rockstar mode, and hoping to do what boys like to do.

So there's this woman, a beautiful blonde, and she is paying me a lot of attention. We talk, we flirt, we dance, and eventually share a few very enticing kisses.

Near closing  time, we exchange phone numbers and she leaves with her wing girl. I'm smiling inside and out, because this girl is hot and I think I can get there with her. Where? 

 Ten minutes later, I turn to see her walking back into the bar and straight  for me. "I was wondering", she says, "if you'd like to go get something to eat with me?"

 I stood there thinking for about 10 seconds. And I said to her, "Why yes Laura, I would. There is a really fine seafood restaurant in Charleston, South Carolina  that I'd love to visit. So how about you go home and pack your finest dress, and a bikini, and we go have dinner together?"

She looked a bit surprised, and then the realization flashed in her eyes that I just might be serious. And she said yes.

It was 4:00  AM when we rolled out of Columbus. In my  pocket was a spare key for my car, and $1,600....every penney I had to my name. I turned to Laura and said "Listen, I don't want you to feel uneasy for one second about this. I want you to hold onto these", and I handed her the key and the money.

We talked and drove thru dawn and into Saturday, spelling each other for a nap now and then. The closer we got to our destination, and to each other, the car  was filled with warmth from the late summer sun. And  with sweet anticipation...

We checked into a beautiful old bed and breakfast in the downtown district, late on Saturday afternoon.  There simply wasn't a moment to waste, we were crazy going at it the minute our bags hit the floor. She was amazing, and at least a little amazed. 

Dinner was the most intimate and enjoyable date I could ever have imagined.  We were both dressed to the nines, and wearing the biggest grins...Our server asked if we were on our honeymoon. The other diners turned to see what all the laughter was about.

A beautiful Sunday on the beach followed, and then the subject of our departure creeped up. No way I was going to let this dream end yet. No way. We headed to a resort on Kiawah Island to stay Sunday night, and the honeymoon of our introduction continued with every breath.

Monday was another fabulous beach day, a patio dinner, and time to head for home. Six months later we went our separate ways....Laura always enjoyed the way I treated her, and I began to feel overburdened by her expectations. My mother told me I spoiled women. I always thought I was just doing my best to be their man.

Once in a great while, a man I meet online will actually keep his word and hook up with me. Most expect to come to my home, and  occasionally I will have to drive across town to find their hotel room...almost never their home.

A date? A bottle of wine? A beer? Their own fucking condoms and lube? Nothing, nothing, nothing. More times than not, I have to bring a plastic dick to make sure I even get fucked like a lady. 

And once in a while, I will start chatting with a guy in another state...sometimes, another country. And they will tell me about how they are looking for a relationship, and how they would love to have me as their gurl.

Do you think any of them ever jumped in their car, or on a plane, to come meet me? Or sent me a ticket to come join them for the exquisite honeymoon of our introduction? Fucking hell. Keep your fucking bullshit.

I know better. I  have lived it. And loved it.

Torrey