Introducing: Mr. Trust Fall

Floating Away with Mr. Trust Fall 

The man who taught me what it felt like to be caught…and what it felt like to hit the ground.

The moment Mr. Trust Fall entered my life, I was swept into his world. He was tall, gorgeous, and absolutely imposing. Standing at roughly seven feet tall, he made an impact simply by walking into a room. It was obvious he was someone. 

I was 24. The only relationship I’d ever been in was with my high school not-so-sweet heart. Eight years in a familiar dynamic that could only lead to a small life in our small town. 

I’d had my fun. Lived abroad. Dated around. But by the time I met Mr. Trust Fall, I was craving something steady. Something healthy. Something new.

Living the single city-girl life had gotten old and a little lonely. I wanted to let someone all the way in. 

Enter Mr. Trust Fall. 

Everything with him was a whirlwind. We met when he was in town for a game. He was leaving the next day, so as much as I was ready for a relationship, I didn’t expect it to be with him. 

He invited me to his game, then out for drinks afterward.

Everything about him was alluring. He was sexy and strong. With every step he took, a new head turned and stared. He didn’t just walk into a room, he owned it. And when I was by his side, I felt like I owned it too. 

While the room’s attention was on him, his attention was on me. I’d been around men in the spotlight before. Men who, once the attention hit, forgot about the woman beside them. 

But Mr. Trust Fall was different. He made sure my glass was never empty and my smile never faded. I felt deeply in my feminine, fully catered to by him. There was never a moment’s doubt that he wanted me right there with him. 

I was hooked.

Still, I kept my expectations low. I saw the way people reacted to him; I couldn’t be the only woman he made feel this way. 

The next day, he flew out to continue the season. 

Not even 24 hours later, as I was accepting the thought I’d been a one-night detour, he texted me. 

“I don’t want to lose this. If you feel the same, join me.” 

Attached was a confirmation for a first-class flight to meet him at his next game. 

I was stunned. No one had ever just bought me a flight before. These things didn’t happen in real life. Did they? 

Mr. Trust Fall cut through the noise and made it all so simple. And yes. I did feel the same. 

So, I replied. 

“Are you serious?” 

“Very serious about you.” 

Okayyyyy. 

My stomach flipped. My heart was beating out of my chest. Before I had a chance to overthink anything, I said, “I’ll be there.” 

Next thing I knew I was going through TSA with my carry-on in hand. 

Usually I hate the TSA process. The edge in the air. The people trying to get around the rules. Someone always complaining about taking their shoes off or refusing to throw away their $12 coffee as if the rules were new to them. 

But this time, I was blind to it all. Floating on the pink cloud of anticipation of being back with Mr. Trust Fall. 

He sent a car to pick me up when the plane touched down and I joined him at the game. The energy in the arena was palpable. An electric current running through the building. Someone from the team greeted me with my ticket and pass then led me to my seat. 

We locked eyes as soon as I sat down. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. I had just met this man, but already felt tethered to him. 

I swear I saw his adrenaline spike at the same time mine did. He played an incredible game, putting up numbers that were unusual for him. Clearly he was showing off. 

It couldn’t have been a more magical reunion if it had been scripted.

The team had the next few days off, so we headed off to a beach house with his teammate and his teammate’s wife. 

Three days of bliss. 

One night we went out to a club. I was leaning against the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention, when some guy started grabbing at me. Without a word, Mr. Trust Fall placed one arm on either side of me, his chest pressed to my back, encasing me in the safety of his massive frame. 

The guy didn’t even bother looking up at him. He knew his only option was to leave with his tail tucked between his legs. 

I felt claimed. Protected. Like he’d always be there. Right behind me. His chest pressed to my back, if I needed him. 

Those days at the beach house were a glimpse into what life could be like with him.

When it came time for me to leave, he drove me to the airport himself. It was about a forty minute drive. PCH by Jaden played softly through the speakers. Haunting, almost begging: “Give me all your kisses, baby ‘cause this is bliss. Give me all your kisses, baby.” His hand gripped mine as the car moved to the soft beat, like the song had been written for this moment. We didn’t say much and we didn’t need to. Anything more might have risked snapping us out of the dream before it was necessary.

I didn’t want it to end. I found myself wishing for a flat tire, anything to keep me from that flight. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. I didn’t want to go back to life without him in it. 

No such luck. I made my flight and returned to the silence of my empty apartment. 

As soon as I walked in the door, I dropped my bags and just stood for a while. 

“Holy shit.” 

The air had been knocked out of me in the best way. 

The real world had faded away. I was in his world now, and I loved it. 

I would spend the next years of my life learning that Mr. Trust Fall was a master at creating pretty pictures. Moments so beautiful you’d swear they could last forever. 

But in the final forty-eight hours of our years together, that perfect picture would rip apart. I wouldn’t just watch it fall, I’d go down with it. 

Every Mister is part of a bigger picture. If you’re new, here’s why I started opening my diary: Why Write This?