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She Was Amazing She was amazing. I'm married, but I'm not talking about my wife. My wife is great, too, in a lot of ways. But not in the same way that she was. It started out as an answer to a personal-type ad. . , plans to meet for a drink and maybe dinner. By the time we met we already knew how much we had in common. Quirky sense of humor, TV shows, even our outlooks on life were similar, but not so alike that we couldn't engage in some friendly debate. So we had drinks. And we agreed that dinner would be wonderful so we moved into the next room and talked some more. We had dinner, and after 3-4 hours of talking, drinking, and dining, she asked me What I Thought. I told her she was captivating and charming and intelligent. With the help of the drinks, I even added that I wanted her there and then. She felt the same way. Her husband, it turned out, was away on a business trip and would be so for several months. So she suggested we go to her place. And we did. And it was amazing. We kissed, we fondled, we... well, let's say we enjoyed each other immensely. And after a while I went home. The next morning we emailed each other to say Thanks for such a nice night. Very cordial and genteel, betraying none of the passion of the night before. A few more broke the ice and soon we were both admitting how wonderful the evening was. I made up a story about my workplace closing early to give her an opening to invite me back. She did. And after a few minutes of small talk, we were at it again. And again. And from then it just grew. Sometimes I could manage to spend a day with her, but mostly it was a few hours after work. And we talked, and cheered each other on in our jobs and our families. And oh, how we made love. Over and over again. 2, 3 times in as many hours, sometimes. It was amazing, and dirty, and raw, and it revealed a need in both of us we were happy to fill. But it was never cheap. Never shameful. Once - somehow - she accompanied me on a business trip. It was only a weekend, but what a weekend. We saw the sites, walked in public, had dinners together, and all the rest. There weren't any time limits, so we took all the time we needed. Somehow we fit meals, long walks, long talks, and long lovemaking sessions into such a short time. I'm still amazed at that. Time passed, and we saw each other when we could. She, with her absentee husband, tried to make time for me, the family man, when we could arrange it. It worked out well. For over a year, actually. Her husband returned from business a few times and I dutifully disappeared, happy to return the quiet she'd shown me all this time. But when we were reunited, all the passion and the excitement - the love, even - came right back. Did we ever discuss making things ? Breaking things off with our spouses and getting married? You can imagine that we did. Eventually he returned from his nomadic life. We said we'd continue to see each other, but she's lost her nerve. And so an amazing chapter of my life closed, years ago. Why am I telling you all this long story? Partly because I want to. I like seeing it in print, and if reading it makes someone smile, then that's great. Besides, the details are just vague enough that nobody would guess who either of us are. But honestly? I want to have that again. I want to meet a woman like her again. I want to get that feeling in my when I know I'm going to be seeing her. I want friendly talk and to turn effortlessly into passionate lovemaking. If I haven't you away by now by putting her on such a , then you are who I'm looking for. If you read this and think "what a wonderful thing! I want that, too" rather than "I can never live up to THAT", then me. Maybe lightning can strike twice, and if it does, we'll love it :)