I entered the bar and let my eyes wander over the crowd. It was a Friday night and I had decided to meet up for a few drinks to relieve the stress of the past week. I was wearing a nice dress and had tied my hair in a loose knot. I was feeling good, but also a little nervous as it had been a while since I'd last been out.

I sat down at the bar and ordered a martini. My eyes wandered over the people chatting, laughing and dancing. I noticed how many couples were hugging and wondered if I would ever find that kind of closeness again.

My eyes involuntarily wandered to a man on the other side of the bar. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, but the first thing I noticed was his tattooed forearms. I'd always had a soft spot for tattooed men, and this one was no exception.

I noticed him looking at me and we smiled at each other. At that moment, a loud laugh rang out from a group of women chatting at the other end of the bar. I turned my head and when I turned back around, the man had disappeared.

I sighed and took a sip of my drink. I had almost forgotten about him when I suddenly felt his touch on my arm. I turned around and saw him - a man with tattooed forearms. A shiver ran down my spine as I looked at him.

We started talking and I found out that he was a tattoo artist - but not the typical tough guy you would expect. His work was his passion and he had put a lot of love into his artwork.

We talked all night and I found myself enjoying his company more and more. It was as if he had awakened a longing in my heart that I thought had long been lost.

When he asked me to come home with him, I hesitated, but I knew I had to see him. We walked hand in hand to his apartment and I could feel the adrenaline rising in my body.

When we got to his room, he showed me his artwork on the walls and I was mesmerized by his work. I felt his hand on my back and slowly turned to face him.

It was the moment that would change the rest of my life. We looked into each other's eyes and I didn't know what he wanted from me. But I knew that I felt safe and secure with him.

We started kissing and the world around me disappeared. We lay in bed and gently caressed each other as if we were afraid of hurting each other.

It was a night full of emotion and tenderness as we got to know each other. We talked about our dreams and hopes and I knew that I had found a man who was not only attractive but also profound.

I left his apartment the next morning with a sense of satisfaction. I knew I had to see him again and I was willing to do anything to keep him in my life. Because in his arms, I had finally felt complete again.