He was Mr. Right Guy. But it was at the wrong place (college classroom building that was super busy). And at the wrong time, we went to my apartment because my roommate was supposed to have been at work.
He was a college jock, very handsome face, killer smile, bright blue eyes, nice tall muscular body, beautiful cock (he flashed his erection at the urinals). I asked if he had a place to go and he said no. He asked if I did and I told him I lived in a small one bedroom apartment and I had a roommate. But at that time of day, my roommate would be at work.
We walked to my apartment which was on the other side of campus. During the walk, we had a nice chat. He was very intelligent and the chat between us was pretty smooth. I was really turned on by him. We were both in the closet at the time and wanted to keep things very discreet.
Things took a bad turn when I opened the door to my apartment and my roommate was sitting on the couch. I was pissed because my roommate was supposed to have been at work but he called off that day. Mr. Right Guy freaked out and left.
A few weeks later, I ran into Mr. Right Guy again. I apologized to him about my roommate. Turns out he worked with my roommate and (like most of the people that worked there) didn't like my roommate. He begged me not to say anything. I told him he was safe, I didn't like my roommate either and luckily I only had to live there for 3 months.
We ran into each other a few times between classes. We didn't have time to chat, so we would make plans to meet later for lunch. We did this quite a few times and we got to know each other pretty well. I know that I really liked him. I think he liked me too. Things seemed to be going pretty good until one day at lunch, we ran into my roommate. I could see that my roommate seeing us really bothered him. After that, I didn't see him again until there was a week left in the semester. I'm pretty sure he was waiting for me outside my morning class when I ran into him (this is where we first met). We chatted for a few minutes. I told him in a few weeks I would be moving into my own place, no more roommate! He told me in a few weeks he was graduating and he had a new job and would be moving there. I told him I was happy for him but I was sad to see him go. He asked if my roommate was home and I told him that he most likely would be, but I wasn't sure because I didn't talk to him anymore. It was a toxic situation there. He understood, he remembered how my roommate was. I did give him my new address and told him to write me sometime. I never did hear from him.
About 5 years later, I did run into him. He was in town for Homecoming weekend and agreed to have lunch with me. When we sat down, he was excited to tell me he had come out of the closet and for the last 2 years he had a boyfriend. I was happy for him, it was great to see him so happy. But damn, I wish we had both been more out at the time and tried dating. He will always be the one that got away.