After five years of sharing my bed with him, he dumped me.

From eighteen to twenty-three, I was his. Five long years.

We were intimate more times than I could count, but he never gave me a proper title.

Because he had a dating standard that was almost obsessive—

Height 5'6", weight 105 lbs.

Naturally dark, long, straight hair, fair skin, a beauty mark near her eye, dimples when she smiled…

Thirty-seven points in total. Every single one had to be met.

He said:

"If I haven't found my ideal partner by the time I'm twenty-three, then I'll be with you."

I didn't believe such a girl existed, so I agreed.