Page 5 of Love Harder

Good grammar and punctuation. So he was already miles ahead of the rest.

Conversation with Ghost was easy from the get-go. His big energy had a positive vibe. He told me about his job. I liked that fitness was a big part of his life because it is in mine.

He asked what I did for work, and then we talked about our tattoos. He asked me something that caught my attention, and that was which of my ink was most meaningful. When I told him the anchor on my wrist as it’s in honor of my father, he showed care and interest.

He shared that he always finds room to improve on something or look for something to strive for, as he loves ambition and dedication.

Everything he was throwing down, I liked.

Not one mention of a dick pic.

So I asked if he wanted to talk on a different platform as the dating apps gave me PTSD.

I sent him my handle, and he added me.

It was that simple and uneventful.

We spoke for a bit, but I didn’t really feel anything other than interest in the beginning. There was something about him that I liked, though.

He was very positive, and he took the time to send messages that weren’t one lines. He wrote paragraphs. And to a writer, someone who uses their words and not an emoji or a GIF as a response, well, that is akin to talking dirty.

We got to know one another briefly, and again, it wasn’t anything remarkable. Just another guy I met who I found interesting.

That was until I sent him a picture, and he sent one back.

He was at work, and I don’t know what it was, but seeing the person I had been talking to for a little while made me think, okay, sonowyou’ve got my attention.

He had that something, something.

His energy just shone.

His smile was big.

His hand tattoo extended to his wrist. Those were my favorite tattoos of all. The piece was so interesting. The longer you looked, the more you saw, and I guess that’s what happened with Ghost.

He would send me regular messages during his break, which I liked. But I know from experience no one is more persistent than a man who wants to sleep with a woman. It’s like their primal instinct is switched into overdrive, and the love bombing commences.

But I didn’t think he was love bombing because his messages weren’t filled with love or smut. They were genuine. And kind. And funny.

The event that turned things around was something Idoremember.

It was a Friday night, and my Bunny, who I love with all my heart, asked me to go on an adventure with her. Of course I agreed.

This adventure took us to a land far, far away. When we arrived, I instantly got serial killer vibes. We waited and waited, but alas, another disappointment befell my bestie. She too has been a casualty to love, but she continues to believe in something that has done nothing but cause her pain.

She is the strongest person I know. She is my heart when mine stops beating.

During this time, Ghost sent me a text, and when I told him what we were doing, he said all I needed to do was say the word, and he’d come save us.

Not going to lie, I swooned just a little bit.

I have the Superman logo tattooed on me as a reminder that that’s what I want in my man—for him to be my Superman, and I won’t settle for anything less.

So when Ghost offered to be my Superman because I told him early on that was what I was looking for (and he looked like Henry Cavill, no word of a lie) I was hooked.

Ironically enough, like Bunny says, they always come back (think zombies wanting to eat your brains to replace theirs) and the same night, a guy I spoke to who had a girlfriend but failed to tell me when we were talking randomly messaged me. It went without saying that all contact ceased the moment I found out he had a girlfriend.

But he was back a few months later, like a dog in heat. He still had his girlfriend, but she was away. I don’t need to draw a Venn diagram. You get the picture.

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