The Spiritual Seeker
We shared an interest in buddhism.
Drew me in.
He led me to his cute cottage, adorned with roses and twinkly lights. He talked about the pure energy between us. Said we had a once-in-a-lifetime connection. He touched my hair. Told me I was special. Once the intimate connection was established he told me. He was sober. In recovery. Lived in Spain. Massaging people at the end of the Camino de Santiago trail. He was going back in one week. But that we could hook up before he left. And maybe even whenever he was back to town.
When I balked he told me if I were a real Buddhist, I'd be content with just this moment.
A real buddhist wouldn't need deception to bed a woman.
The last thing I said to him as I walked out the door into the warm summer night.