**How We Met**
I have ranked the best lovers I’ve ever had in my head, and today I want to talk about number two from the top three. His name was Jake (not his real name but starts with the same letter), and he was kind of a country boy with a universally attractive look. Actually, he was probably one of the best-looking ones because my sister thought he was hot (she usually pursues based on looks), and my best friend and I competed for his affections in the beginning. I have eclectic taste but was undeniably interested in Jake’s playfulness, dark hair and eyes, slight bad boy persona, and athletic physique. He was a star football player in high school who turned into a stoner post-graduation with sculpted muscles that, luckily, had not atrophied.