A Model Citizen

After my divorce I went on a road trip with Liam. I was sad, my ego was bruised (to say the least) and I needed some fun.  His parents had rented a place, long term, in Crested Butte and wanted to leave the ranch suburban up there. We were more than happy to drive it and stay at their place and party party. I was on a dating app and matched with a VERY handsome man, Sterling. I mean VERY. Think if young Paul Newman and Scott Eastwood had a baby and then carved him from stone. Liam and I went to dinner, and he came and met up with us. Y’all Liam is an excellent wingman, and he was doing some great work this night. Not only was this man the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in real life, but he was also the SWEETEST and goofiest guy ever. I mean I thought I was on a hidden camera show for a minute. Like how could he be real! I was ready for Ashton Kutcher to come running out laughing in my face! But that never happened. What happened was we had an amazingly fun night and then at the end (even though the sun was still technically up) I sent Liam on his way, and I went back to Sterling’s hotel with him. There wasn’t even a question about it. On the way there, he kissed me for the first time. It wasn’t the best kiss ever and when I told him to stop using his teeth so much, he died laughing. He was so good looking, I was probably the first person to ever critique his kissing capabilities. Once we got back to his room, we didn’t waste any time getting down to business. Or at least I didn’t. I was wearing VERY tight leggings so I immediately took them off so there wouldn’t be an awkward struggle. Now the sex was fine. Nothing to write home about, but not bad either. It was just sex. But for the rest of my life, I will remember what that man looks like naked, and let me tell you, it is PERFECTION. The memory of his face between my legs isn’t a bad one either. The next morning, I called an uber and we said our goodbyes with a hug and kiss. He was a little sad I was leaving and not cuddling more. That was hard to walk away from. When I got back to Liam we went for breakfast, and this was the first time I had had a chance to google Sterling. Y’all! HE IS A MODEL! Like a real, print add, nationally distributed model. So obviously I told EVERYONE that the first sex, post-divorce, was with a model! My asshole friends did not believe me at all. Good thing I had Liam to back me up. I have seen him in many glossy colored magazine ads, and I am transported right back to that night.  We texted for a little while after, but he lives on the other side of the country, so sadly it would never work. But I feel like I won the post-divorce sex game. How many people can say that the first time they had sex after their divorce was with a MODEL!!!!!!!!!! Clearly, I am very proud of this. Don’t think for one second that I don’t tell complete strangers about this while showing them pics of him. Oh Sterling, thank you for the biggest ego boost of my life. I needed it.