“Oh, thank god. I was up all night, nervous about talking to you about this. Obviously, I like you, but it seems so preposterous that you’d be interested in me. And then I was convincing myself that you’d lose interest if I didn’t want to have sex right away. Seriously, I was up all night. Massive doom spiral.” My mind snags on ‘obviously, I like you’ and stays there. I feel ridiculously pleased with myself. “You’ve got to quit with that shit. Guys like me are lucky to be with guys like you.”
