What am I talking about? I’m talking about the kind of love that takes me so far away that I have no idea where I am. A love so good it makes my body shake all over and never, ever stop. I was feeling something I had never felt before, and it was an awesome high.

I was at a party one night and saw this tall, handsome, smooth, special, dark chocolate man with broad shoulders, big feet, and a pretty gap in his teeth. I mumbled to myself, I must dance with this man because I need a closer view of him. He didn’t know I was checking him out, so when the opportunity presented itself, I called him to the dance floor.

His 6’2” frame towered over my 5’2” frame, and I instantly felt like he was the man who could make all my dreams come true. While we were dancing, our eyes met; we could not stop looking at each other. I don’t know what he was thinking, but I hoped he was matching my energy. We danced for about 30 minutes, gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling. Right then I said to myself, Somehow, someway—I will get to this man.

He left the party unnoticed, which made me sad because I feared I would never see him again. We did not exchange names or phone numbers, so I had to go home frustrated and wondering who he was. I dreamt about this man for three months—very (ahem) vivid dreams about this fine, good-looking, and strange man. He had no idea of the things I needed him to do for me. I was looking for satisfaction, and my gut told me that this man was the one to provide it.

A few months passed, and my opportunity came again. This time I was able to get a full view in the sunlight and get close enough to smell his scent and feel his muscles. I was giddy!

One Saturday afternoon in September, I was at a relative’s house for a yard party. I came out of the house, walking towards my seat, when I looked up and saw him standing there. I gasped for air, did a U-turn, and ran back inside to check myself in the mirror; I touched up my lipstick and made sure my hair was in place. (I really wanted this man to want me.) When I got back outside, he was greeting people. I ran over to be sure he greeted me, and he gave me a good long hug.

He felt so good I did not want to let go, but I couldn’t let my feelings show. Somehow he’d noticed me. He did not hesitate to let me know he had seen me before and wanted to get to know me. When he opened his mouth and spoke, he put me in a trance. All right, now! I did not expect that deep voice—I could listen to him all day. It was time for me to put a plan into action and get close to this man. That day he would not leave without my phone number.

I was so excited I couldn’t sleep that night. He called me the next day and every day after that. We talked for hours at a time. Every minute we spoke, I wanted him. I wasn’t interested in where he lived, worked, or any of his hobbies. He was single, which made him fair game—a game I did not mind playing. Oh, this was a game I knew I could win.

At some point we finally hooked up, and yes, he delivered everything. We both fell deeply in love with one another and remained high on each other’s love. It was exciting to know someone was loving, giving, and appreciating me for me. Our love was always reciprocated, and that made us fall even deeper. We had both experienced the heartache of past marriages, and through deep discussions I learned that neither of us had been loved the right way, according to our shared definition.

We both had been deeply deprived of sexual adventure and exploration, but we were solely committed to us and thoroughly enjoyed those things with each other. We did not need anyone else because all our desires were fulfilled. I simply enjoyed being on a love high with him. We lived somewhere beyond oblivion and liked it there. I’d finally found the lover I had been needing all my life, and he felt the same way. Satisfaction at last!

So YES, even today with everything indicating that real love is hard to find, I say that might be true, it might be hard, but it does exist—and it is certainly worth it.