As the weeks progressed, our conversations turned into long-winded love notes. Dylan showered me in affection: responding to each question with deep thought and self-awareness. Trapped in his Pokeball, I only thought about him and when my next hit would arrive. His beauty astounded me, while his Cheshire Cat eyes made me feel untrusting. Typically when a man is kind to me, they tend to bed me and then flee. There were red flags, of course. But I ignored them. (For instance, his past two relationships were with women.) He was my vagabond prince, having traveled the world with his mother as a child, searching for Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster.