Adam was undeniably attractive. He overflowed with sex appeal. Any time I showed his picture to anyone, they were wowed by his good looks. Bearded, tattooed, blue-eyed, with a great smile. Adam was a hottie.
We talked on and off for several months before meeting in person. I was on the verge of needing more than a physical connection, he wasn’t offering more than that. I made plans with him and then canceled them several times. Eventually I decided to go for it, what did I have to lose?
He owned a landscaping business and stayed pretty busy, but we carved out some time. At that time I was still afraid of driving to Tulsa, so I had him meet me in a parking lot in a suburb and then he drove us the rest of the way. We never went on a real date, only ever to his house.
I climbed up in his truck and he paid me a nice compliment. We both love music so he put some on and we chatted as he drove. And then he asked me if I believe in conspiracy theories. Not exactly a question you want to hear as a passenger in the vehicle of someone you just met who is physically stronger than you are. I answered diplomatically: I am interested in them, and there are some that I think could be true.
Then he told me about how Paul McCartney was replaced by a double after he died in a car wreck in the 60s. I smiled politely, and hoped he wasn’t dangerous. I didn’t think he was, but he was giving me some weird vibes in that moment.
The rest of the drive was uneventful, we got to his place and he showed me around. We sat in his living room together and it didn’t take us long to start making out. The physical chemistry was there, without a doubt. I liked the way he touched me, the way his body felt, how hairy he was. We went to the bedroom and tore into each other.
Adam would fuck you like he was in love with you, and then like he was angry, and then back again. Sex with him was so much fun. Everything felt good, it was intense, there was passion. He was even polite enough to help me clean up afterwards.
We snuggled together afterwards and watched YouTube videos. About conspiracy theories. And that’s when he told me that he couldn’t start a relationship with anyone at that moment because his spirit was under attack. That he had been seeing a woman who was a witch, and she had told him that he was a witch. He was outraged. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one who decides that?!’
He talked about his childhood and some of the difficulties he had faced. He talked about how a friend of his mother’s had said he was a special child who had been blessed. He told me he was a man of God, and that he believed he was anointed. I smiled politely.
He drove me back to my car, in the suburbs. I got home and swore I wouldn’t be seeing him again. But the sex, Sarah! Obviously, it didn’t last long. The next time he asked if I was free, I made sure that I was. I regret nothing.
The last time we spoke he told me he was engaged to someone. Good for them. I’m sure there will never be a dull moment.
Fat and Slutty 