“And here I was, thinking women were looking for good humor and commitment. You just want me for my body.” “Says the man who’s opening line is”—I unlocked my phone and made my way back to his dating profile to read it verbatim—“‘Guaranteed admittance to the Mile High Club’. I mean, how much more forward could you be?” “Okay, two things.” Both palms lifted in surrender. “One: that was one hundred percent my friend’s doing. He’s much more crass than I am, and under any other circumstance, I would have vetoed it.” “And you didn’t because…?” I hung the last syllable in the air. “Because, two: I’m
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