So the other day a really strange thing happened. I have a friend, Willa, whose colleague, Jake, has on multiple occasions commented on my looks, which he considers good, if you know what I mean. He was coming into town and we were going to meet. It was a friendly thing more than anything else. Or so I thought...
We were going to have dinner on Sunday. That Saturday night, however, I got 7 texts from him and 5 phone calls from him, many of which were after 2AM. I appreciated his tenacity, but was kind of disgusted. We had never even met. I was really tempted to tell him o come on over. I would then grab a fat suit (which, I would have, hypothetically, hanging in my closet, like every girl does), put said fat suit on and then put on some sexy negligee (which I would have in theory, in my drawers-- ha ha no pun intended. I can't keep up with my subconscious). Then, when he got there,
I would coyly open the door. Since we've never met, for all he knows I gained a million pounds from when the photos he saw of me were taken. But I didn't. I just asked him to stop calling me. I figured he wouldn't even call the next day because he'd be so embarrassed. But I was wrong...
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