Standing in the center of my room, naked from head to toe, I pace around Jessica. She turns her head to follow me and I lean in and whisper, “Eyes. Fucking. Forward.” We had been getting to know one another for the last few months through text. Over and over again she complained to me, “Guys don’t care about my mind. Some of them pretend to at first, but eventually all the care about is seeing me naked, or talking about what they want to do to me. I feel like I’m alone. It’s really frustrating. I always have to settle.”
It was confusing for her. A month into us talking she finally asked, “Don’t you want to see pics of me?”
“Why?” I responded. “I know what you look like.”
“No, I mean… like… sexy pics.”