THE UNICORN
Life likes to throw me plot twists too, dear reader, because this chapter was unplanned. I accepted the four men you’ve just read about as a lesson learned and slapped a “do not resuscitate”
on these “relationships” because these men were dead to me.
But it appears the best was yet to come. And I mean that in every literal way.
And that’s what brings us to man number five.
Surprised?
Yes, me too.
You’ve read my history with love. Some love affairs I wish I could forget. Others, a learning curve that taught me so much.
I never gave up on finding love. But I was beginning to think this crazy little thing called love was nothing but fiction.
But perhaps that was because…I was just looking in all the wrong places.
The Unicorn was able to achieve in less than twenty-four hours what my husband could not in ten years.
Don’t be looking at me with those judgy eyes.
I’m not just talking sexually because we all know that is a minuscule part of what I look for.
He seemed to have that something, something, and then some…I was so fucking screwed.
Life has a funny way of yelling SURPRISE, expecting you to keep up when you’re driving blind. Like all monumental moments in life, he entered my world when I least expected it.
Writing about him will prove to be the hardest thing I’ve ever written. How will I ever find the right words to express my feelings for the man who changed my world? No words will ever be enough.
He was my type which always equates to trouble and tears.
But he impressed me from the get-go.
I don’t know why or how.
I never do.
He had that something, something that I look for and the past has proven that that something, something always ends in a little something called heartache.
We matched.
He asked to call.
We spoke for hours, and then he stood at my door in less than twenty-four hours.
All my friends knew this was so common for me—living spontaneously, as it was with him. They said this was either the best or worst idea I’ve ever had, which is why I had no expectations.
I never do—I avoid disappointment this way.
Look at the previous men in my life. I got to know them because that’s the “sensible”
thing to do. Ensuring that your potential beau won’t cut you up into tiny pieces and dance in front of a mirror wearing your skin as a meat suit.
But I did that, and it still ended horribly.
So after speaking to M?tley, I decided why the hell not? She said do it—he’s been brought to you for a reason. The universe never lies.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Probably not the best thing to think, considering I’ve never met this man and my clusterfuck history with the opposite sex.
But hey, que será, será.
And I was sick of overthinking.
This was the first time things felt right and fell into place.
There was never an uncomfortable pause on the phone, and we spoke for a very long time. It was unheard of because anyone who knows me, knows I would rather liaise via pigeon post than talk on the phone.
But things from the get-go always felt natural with him. He was witty, smart, and incredibly honest. And his voice gave me a tingle of the good kind.
I was skeptical, of course. I mean, what’s the catch?
There’s always a catch.
He was tall, dark hair, light eyes, tattoos…can we see where this is heading?
My “type”
had done nothing but leave me wanting to rock in a corner and wishing I could erase every memory made of them.
But this was the last one, I promised myself.
No more.
If this went belly-up, then your narrator was giving up. Defeat is a dirty word, but my heart just couldn’t take it anymore.
With that stance firmly in mind, I look back now and laugh because I was about to be thrown from the heavens with no safety net in sight.
Was I ready for the fall?
Hell to the fuck no.
He sent me a good morning message.
We all love that.
It’s nice to know that someone is thinking of you when they first wake up, as opposed to messaging late at night because we all know how that scenario ends. I was still taken aback at how long we had spoken the night prior. I mean, this wasn’t normal, right? A man asking to call to just…talk.
Shock.
Horror.
I was waiting for the catch; the entire time, I was waiting for The Unicorn to drop some bombshell so I could slap a DNF on him and shelve him with his fellow humankind. But as the day progressed, it seemed The Unicorn was sticking to his word, and after only twelve hours of “meeting,”
this date was, in fact, happening.
I was skeptical but humored the universe nonetheless.
The Unicorn was a gentleman; I sensed that from the get-go. He was old-fashioned in a sense as he wanted to go out for dinner. He lived a little while away from me and didn’t assume he was staying the night. I gave him the address of where to meet, but he said he was hoping to come to my house prior and then we go out together. If this were any other guy, I would have guessed this was just a ploy to come over and no dinner would be had.
But not with The Unicorn.
I sensed he meant it.
Perhaps it was to see if we vibed, and if we didn’t, then we could avoid an uncomfortable dinner where we’d be eyeing off the closest exit. But my gut was telling me he was doing this because he wasn’t a fuckboy and that perhaps he could sense that something, something too.
I was running late as usual, so M?tley was taking one for the team and stepping in while I frantically got ready. I wasn’t nervous. I never usually am when I meet someone new. Usually, the reason for that is because I’ve spoken to said person for at least a week prior to meeting. But with The Unicorn, I suppose in the beginning, I was more curious than anything.
Why had he captured my attention like no one had ever before?
When there was a knock on the door, those butterflies appeared, but I reminded myself that it is usually your good sense leaving your body. This was going to be yet another disappointment, one which I could learn from, and seeing as this was “the last time,”
I quashed down any expectations and went to meet the boy who drove close to two hours to see me.
However, before I had a chance to call it a night, M?tley tackled me in the hallway with a huge grin, nodding like a bobblehead. “You’re going to like him. He is so FUCKING hot!”
Bless her potty mouth.
I felt remotely better because if she approved, then I knew I would too. But scroll back and reread what I said in regard to looks. They are the first thing that attracts most people to someone else, but I know if we’re going to have chemistry from the first moment we meet.
And that is foolproof.
The Unicorn had bought an outfit and shoes (swoon) for our date and wanted to shower beforehand.
He was waiting for me in the kitchen, and when I entered…I knew I was in so much fucking trouble.
He was tall. Like really, really tall.
He was built how I like my men.
His eyes were the most beautiful color, but his smile…his smile was nothing but trouble in all the best of ways. I knew without a doubt, then and there, that The Unicorn was someone different.
Different how, I was still unsure of. But what I was sure of was that the universe was holding back, dropping losers in my lap to set the path for this man who killed me slowly with that smile.
I hated him already.
But behind that smile, he was guarded, and when I looked too close, he would peer at me with a look I would soon become accustomed to before he would wink. I don’t know why, but I found the gesture leaving me with more questions than answers. But I also found it endearing.
The Unicorn was a Rubik’s Cube, and just when I thought I had him figured out, I would turn a side, only to be faced with another avenue that would make him, him. Early on, he told me he was a walking red flag.
Was it a deterrent?
No fucking way.
Was he going to leave me guessing?
Hell to the fuck yes he was.
So with that in mind, I decided to see what the night held for us because I literally had started speaking to him just shy of twenty-four hours ago.
The moment M?tley left, and we were alone, I took a good look at my date for the night and liked every single thing he was throwing down. I wanted him to have a good night, so it was decided early on that neither of us would drive.
As we walked to the door, he grabbed me by the arm, turned me toward him, and kissed me.
This was the test.
Did I feel it?
The proverbial stars?
The butterflies?
The something, something?
Yes, I did.
It pulsated throughout my entire body.
The chemistry was there.
He kissed me how I liked.
He didn’t shy away from showing me that he was the one in control, which I loved.
Although I am the dominant in my world, when it comes to the bedroom, I want my Superman to throw me around and pull my hair while whispering the dirtiest of things into my ear.
And The Unicorn delivered.
He gave me lots of eye contact, and when he slipped his hand under my dress, I knew I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this boy.
But I wasn’t afraid.
I didn’t feel objectified.
Or that dinner was a ploy.
On the contrary.
I felt as though I had met my match in every way.
Instantly, I noticed he opened the door, waiting for me to get in before him.
I liked that—a lot.
He was a gentleman, but what he did to me during the car ride revealed he also had no qualms taking charge. The Unicorn’s hand remained under my dress. Again, the eye contact. And again, him revealing what a bossy, unapologetic man he was while I had to bite my lip to stifle what he was doing to me.
Though he wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want it because I recognized The Unicorn as being quite observant. And this was cemented as the night progressed.
Once we arrived at the restaurant, which he was fine with me choosing, he opened the door again and held my hand as we walked the street. I couldn’t help but think those incredible fingers were inside me moments ago.
Oh, the scandal…
We walked into the venue, a place that embodied the devil quite literally, which seemed fitting because I knew that once the night came to an end, I was going to be fucked into hell and back by this man who was setting me on fire as each second passed.
We sat down to dinner, and once again, the conversation wasn’t forced.
There were no uncomfortable silences.
Or pauses.
There was never a moment when we weren’t talking.
And I wasn’t even drunk yet.
He didn’t hold back and told me everything.
He was a father of three, something he was very proud of.
Another thing I liked about him—you can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats his children. And it was evident his kids meant the world to him.
He was quite young when he got together with his ex-partner, who was older than him.
It felt like he matured early.
Perhaps that’s why I didn’t feel him to be substantially younger than me because he was.
He went on to detail his past.
Was it rainbows and butterflies?
No, it wasn’t.
But whose was?
Look at my clusterfuck history.
He didn’t hold back.
He told me everything, and my country boy was a little bit of a bad boy at heart.
Did he flaunt it?
Wear it as some ridiculous badge of honor?
No.
He shared his past with me because he was honest, something which I detected early on.
I listened intently because he came from quite a large family, something which I always wanted. So I loved hearing his stories.
Mischief was something that seemed to follow.
I liked The Unicorn all the more.
We spent a few hours at dinner before we decided to go to a bar.
I’ve not made it a secret that I pay attention to detail, to the things most would overlook. But before I left, I needed to use the bathroom.
The Unicorn waited for me in the foyer, and when I exited, he peered up from his phone, did a second take, and gave me those sexy eyes boys give when they want to bend you over and smack your ass. He gave a cheeky soft catcall whistle before I slipped my hand into his.
Be still my heart…
He pulled me into his side, and we exited, still hand in hand.
Everything felt so natural.
It honestly felt like our tenth date.
Not first.
Again, he opened the door for me, and when we sat in the back, I took off a bracelet that holds meaning to me. I slipped it onto his wrist. He looked down at it and smiled.
He didn’t ask why I had done it.
He just smiled.
And this is reflective of his favorite word.
“Sure.”
I’d ask a question, and when he replied with the infamous “sure,”
I knew he was letting me do my thing as he wanted to please. It wasn’t worth arguing over if he perhaps didn’t want to do something unless strongly opposed or didn’t agree.
It seemed he was happy just to allow me to lead.
He didn’t want drama. Or for the night to be soiled.
He wanted easy.
As did I.
What a clever young man.
We got to the bar, and by this stage, your beloved pocket rocket of a narrator was rather drunk. We got our drinks and went to the outdoor area.
The Unicorn looked good.
He turned heads, which I liked as there is nothing more attractive than watching others want what you have, and I had The Unicorn.
Not once did I see him looking at other girls.
The only person he was looking at was me.
Our height difference was quite vast. I can imagine that is more than enough to have people look our way, but M?tley said there is an undeniable spark between us, which is more than addictive. People want in on whatever magic was brewing between The Unicorn and me.
I sat down, and like expected, the dogs came running.
This one was from Dublin.
The Unicorn sat on one side.
Dublin on the other.
Instantly, Dublin went in for the kill, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I found it all rather amusing and decided to listen to his pitch. He was tenacious, I’ll give him that. He laid on the charm, but it didn’t matter what he said or did. The only man who captured my attention was The Unicorn. He sat silently, not needing to puff out his chest or whip out his dick to reveal who the bigger man was.
There was no pissing contest.
No staking his claim.
And that’s because there was no competition.
The Unicorn simply exuded confidence, and that within itself was addictive.
Everyone wanted a piece of this man who was impressing me with each passing second. The air was rich with his dominant energy, and I quickly became addicted to the taste. Nothing is hotter than a man who knows what he wants and doesn’t play games. A man who sits back and watches another man try to woo his date because he is that confident in himself.
“He can’t handle a woman like you.”
“He lacks confidence.”
These were a few of the comments Dublin made, all of which I found rather entertaining as they were so far from the truth.
The Unicorn placed his hand on my thigh.
I felt that simple touch throughout my entire body.
Dublin continued his sales pitch for a little longer but gave up when he realized he could never compete with someone like The Unicorn, especially when I turned toward my date, and we kissed. It was established early on that The Unicorn and I like to share the same kind of kisses.
You can tell a lot from a kiss.
A little like Goldilocks and the Three Bears, but instead of beds…
This kiss is too hard.
This kiss is too soft.
This kiss is just right.
And the kisses between The Unicorn and I were just right.
He kissed me with passion and did that thing I like with his tongue. But you can tell a lot about someone by the way they kiss. I can say that now because The Unicorn and I have shared endless kisses since that night, so I compare them to now. At first, his kisses were passion-filled but missing something. Missing that intimacy because The Unicorn was guarded.
Walls were firmly in place and although he shared so much with me, he only let me see the superficial layers because perhaps The Unicorn was hurt by love too. I have a common theme when it comes to men; LOVE HARD delves into the depths of what.
I tend to fall for men who I want to be fixed.
The Unicorn didn’t want me to fix him, so I knew he would be a tough egg to crack.
What was happening with The Unicorn had never happened before. To find that fire in all avenues is rare—not just looks, but personality and banter as well. After knowing one another for just a day, this was fucking unheard of.
I was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. I guess I still am.
Something this good to be true has to be, right?
The Unicorn’s air of whatever the fuck it is drew fellow travelers to our table, and his ability to talk to those and make them feel welcomed was something that once again made him stand out from the rest.
I watched him closely because people watching is my thing. The way he held himself so confidently but without arrogance drew me in further. He didn’t fill in the silence with small talk. He listened and engaged when he wanted.
He wasn’t a people pleaser.
He radiated such intoxicating energy, it was almost suffocating. Being in his presence left me heady and almost out of breath.
We stayed at the bar for a while, chatting to people who asked how long we had been together.
I was honest and told them we had just met. This was greeted with laughter as no one seemed to believe it. Perhaps they too could feel the palpable chemistry between us, chemistry which was only continuing to grow.
I liked all the small things he did.
He pulled down my dress when it rode up a little too high before I had a chance to.
He would buy me a drink without asking.
He would watch where I would go if I decided to venture a little ways away.
This man was killing me, smalls.
Our next stop on the agenda was a club where there were no rules, no norm.
Everything goes.
It’s my kind of place.
The Unicorn held my hand, taking it all in. This was so out of his element, but he didn’t complain. He didn’t make up some excuse that he left the stove on and had to go home. He took it all in and did what he does best; he observed.
As did I.