"Yep, you nailed it...I am that jerk!"

As I was perusing through the 40 messages that remained in my inbox, I saw one with a screen name that looked familiar. I noticed that he had revoked his private key and I asked why. This was his response:

"Hi there, Cute pics! I was on AM a few years ago and just recently got back on. I didn't realize I still had a few keys out there and thought I'd better revoke them...no offense. Have you had much luck on this site? I have met a few great women and had a long term thing going until she moved out of state a few months back. Anyway, here are my pics. If you'd like you can use my email address (email deleted). Look forward to hearing from you, D"

I looked at his pictures and realized that I knew him.  I thought I did, anyway, but I wasn't 100% sure.  I was 90% sure.  So I replied with this:

"For some reason I think we have already met. That was my first thought when I saw your pics. If you are who I think you are, you fucked me at your office and didn't communicate again. Am I right? If I'm wrong, I just told you that someone else didn't like me enough for a second date. Hahaha. That's not exactly a good strategy, is it? If I'm right about knowing you, your name is D, I think. How did I do?"

Yeah, it's true. We had communicated online and by phone for awhile. Our first meeting was at his office. He got one of my trademark world class blow jobs and then he bent me over the desk and fucked me from behind. It wasn't great sex, but it was good.  As I left, there was no indication, except for how fast he peeled out of the parking lot, that he wasn't happy. I never heard from him again. While that was extremely rude, it didn't bother me too much because I didn't feel a real spark either.

I didn't expect to get a response from him, but to his credit, I did:

"Yep, you nailed it...I am that jerk! 

I totally remember that...I certainly owe you an apology for the lack of communication after. I remember us chatting for a bit after but never pursued anything further. I also remember your writing skills! 

Have you found that one?"

His question at the end was referring to my search for "the one" - a lover I could really connect with, someone I'd be with for a long time. Shortly after my encounter with him, I met JJ.

We passed a couple single sentence messages back and forth and ended the conversation by wishing each other luck.

I was impressed that he actually accepted some responsibility for being a jerk and he apologized.  I wasn't expecting that and didn't need it, but it was nice nonetheless.

Finally getting closure is always nice.