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Once, Quinn heard I’d broken up with a high school girlfriend via text message. When my mom picked me up that day, all three were in the car. We sped home and they ripped me a new one, telling me they wouldn’t endure having that kind of man in their family. When I tried to get my dad on my side, he’d sat me down. “Son, one day you’ll have someone in your life, and you’ll realize you’d do anything to keep her happy, even if it means letting her sit your son down and bustin’ his balls with feminist chats and conversations on how to treat a woman. There are worse things, bud. Just accept it. If
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Still, somehow I feel more energized than I have in years. It’s the girl. Knowing she exists, knowing I found her, gives me the energy I need to get through this long day.
“A woman in heels is sexy as fuck. A man looks at a woman in heels, he instantly thinks about wrapping them around his back or bending her over to fuck her from behind while she’s still wearing them—”
“A woman in flats tells me she’s comfortable with me, a woman I can take home to meet my parents, a woman I can take out for a night with my friends, show off, and then take home, strip naked, and do unbelievably dirty things to.”
“You might know red flags, but I know green ones. And this man is a fuckin’ leprechaun.”
Dating services for relationships exist everywhere, but what women really need is a dating service for friends.
“We’re gonna work on this.” “On what?” “This fucked-up idea you have of yourself.” “I don’t have—” “You do, Cass. And it’s fine. Gives me somethin’ to do. I’ll spend as long as I need to show you how beautiful you are. Run to the ends of the earth. Tell you every day you’re gorgeous, remind you how damn hard you make me. Whatever it takes until you see what the rest of the world sees.”
“Don’t you see it? Don’t you see how fucking beautiful you are? Absolutely perfect, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. All of this, fucking perfect.”
The words catch at the small tear in my heart, one of thousands, catching it like a tiny threaded needle, adding a single stitch to the tear. Not enough to repair it —no, that’s my job. Only I can do the repairs, but a single stitch, a splint to keep it safe while I do the work.
