confessions · penis

3 exes and 4 things that turned them on

1. Sweatpants and a messy bun

2. A girlfriend who cooked

3. Large glasses

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Marina Boy

I rejected him twice. He was good looking and fun, but weird and maybe too into himself and a little oblivious to where he was dumb. He let ideas out that’d make me cringe, for example, “Small businesss are the backbone of our economy” because he was proud to work for a sales software company and also because he was a wannabe politician, who put on his profile that he almost ran for local office but later volunteered a complete explanation: he considered and unconsidered a run in one, singular conversation with his dad (but he took that consideration very! seriously). He bragged about his connections to his neighborhood, which were all of a friendly Marina bartender here or there. Eventually, he’d ask me for feedback on his personality.

One day, he let me know that he saw me out at dinner, with friends at a sidewalk table on Chestnut Street. I was two seats away from a boy I had crushed on for months, whose eyes lit up when I sat down, whose eyes were still glowing like embers. Still, I responded to that text and flirted and after a long night out, sent the crush home in an Uber alone.

I saw Marina boy again today. Running along the water. I texted him to flirt. I don’t know why.

happy

Goaded

The next night:

“You know those things people say to you that describe you so perfectly, they stick with you? A roommate once described me as an expert at being an amateur because I try so many hobbies.”

He goaded each of us to say our own, pressing me that I must have one: I do, when someone sees me clearly, it’s a “you are very wise” after a deep conversation.