You were so…big. That’s what attracted me to you. You were confident, charismatic, and had a smile that could light up a room. I had to actually look up at you when we spoke and the pain in my neck was a small price to pay to be so close to your butt when you would wear jeans on casual Friday.
When you asked me out, I was super excited. I hadn’t been in a relationship in a while, I had a bit of a bad reputation so I was trying to chill, but I was willing to pull out all the stops to make this work.
I loved being seen with you. Something about walking down the street hand-in-hand with a guy who is muscular and 6-foot-damn made me feel safe. I actually denied you the first time you tried to get in my pants. Trying to play things slow, you know? Usually not my style but I was getting older and it was time I started making guys work for it.