I’ve gotten a bit of hate for the first few stories I’ve posted about my experiences being the “other man” so I figured I would take a turn and instead tell you about the one who got away.
Like any good epic, I’ll start *in media res*. For background, I’m 6’2″, a former college athlete, with brown hair and dark eyes. I was in my mid-20s at the time.
What you need to know about Jess boils down to one simple interaction. We had dated off and on for years, since high school in fact, but it had never stuck. The first time I met her was almost biblical – she walked into the room I was in and I was struck deaf. It sounds ridiculous, but as she approached me (we had been set up by mutual friends) I heard nothing, saw nothing, thought nothing aside from her stunning eyes and her beautiful face.
She was tall, 5’10”, and a former model who chose college over NYC contracts. This story comes years later in our relationship, after that first meeting. We had dated in high school, and at the beginning of my college years (I was a year older) but broke up due to the distant. This story finds up the beginning of the summer after my sophomore year.