How To Fail at Flirting

by Denise Williams

Every time I woke up with him, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was waking up to myself a little more.

That his racist and sexist comments were inappropriate seemed to be lost on him. Lord, give me the confidence of an old, rich white man.

“Damnit, Naya. I’m not trying to fix you. I’m trying to tell you I’m in love with you!”