I really was passionate about scuba diving, but recently I was more interested in Lars. 

Since I was alone, my dives with him were always within the comfort of a larger group and I would book the full-day trips that included lunch on the island.

Being underwater did wonders for my anxiety, it was always so calm and beautiful. Yet recently, the breaks in between dives were my highlight.

Lars would tell stories of his adventures, he'd dived all over the world. From the Great Barrier Reef to the Cenotes, Iceland, and the Galapagos islands.

He'd swam with Whalesharks and petted the noses of Great Whites. He'd gone under the ice and into caves, wrecks, and...

Was it obvious that I liked him?

He had white blond hair and crystal blue eyes. I could hardly keep myself from staring, every time he casually walked around with the top half of his wetsuit hanging over his waist.

I definitely got a vibe from him but lacked the courage to engage with him like that. If I was assuming wrong, I'd ruin my last few days of fun.

That's when, totally out of the blue, he invited me for my first night dive. He offered to waive his fee and just charge me for equipment rental.

Did I mention that it was only going to be the two of us?

I wasn't sure what to be more anxious about, swimming in the absolute dark or this potentially being his way of asking me out.

One thing was for sure, I most definitely didn't regret telling him "yes".

The dive was absolutely amazing! Ocean life seen through a single beam of light made scuba a whole new experience.

My fear of the dark melted away in the tranquility of watching lobsters, squid, and moray eels go about their nocturnal business, bioluminescence lighting their way.

And yet the highlight of the evening was a very different sea creature.

On the boat ride back, Lars sat next to me and asked if he could kiss me. My mind flooded with oxytocin and my skin puckered up, as I let his tongue play with mine.

We giggled like teenagers as we cleaned and stowed our gear at the shop before moving on to a local bar for after dive drinks.

Lars grabbed my hand as we walked under leftover rainbow flags from a Pride parade and he made his further intentions clear by buying condoms and lube from a drugstore.

In the comfort of my air-conditioned hotel room, we fucked with fiery passion. He'd probably screwed guys, and possibly girls, all over the world but I honestly didn't mind being another notch on his belt.

First, we'd washed off the ocean's salt under a lukewarm shower. He played with my balls and sucked on my nipples, eager to get started.

Once in the bed, his tongue went straight for my ass, and holy fuck, did he make me squeal. I was determined to show my own sexual prowess by choking on his curved eight inches until tears ran down my cheeks.

He moaned throughout but pulled out of my mouth halfway, clearly afraid to come too early. I considered it proof of my own skill.

I let him fuck me doggy-style to warm up but quickly turned around so I could see his beautiful face as he pumped into me with vigor.

It was obvious that he fucked around a lot because he had incredible stamina. When he finally released into the condom, his whole body shuddered with pleasure.

Then he made me come hard by sucking my dick with a curled finger up my freshly fucked ass. To my surprise, he hugged me tight until the euphoria wore off.

I thought he was the "screw and dash" type but he actually asked if he could stay the night. The next day, he claimed that he wanted to spend more time with me. Apparently, I made him feel at peace, just like he did underwater.

For the rest of my vacation, he took me out for dinner dates and introduced me to his friends. He even brought me home to his beach-view apartment and fucked my brains out on his rooftop terrace.

I finally had my own diving adventure story to tell but I never needed to because it didn't end. Lars and I have been happily married for the last four years and recently decided to adopt.

Sometimes, life really just works out and mine did all thanks to...

A night dive.