You’re a hot chick

Isn’t that the nicest thing

anyone has ever said to you?

He asks earnestly.

Yes, it’s what I aspire to

in life.

He laughs.

At least he’s in

on the joke.

Men like this are

dummies that

mean no harm

Sometimes, even sweet.

A golden retriever

who happens to

run an investment firm.

 

Judging from his sheer

size and the fact that

he helped himself

to my book

when I got up

Only a large-cocked

man could get away

with such fuckery.

A gal can only assume…

 

Babe, I don’t care

nor did I ask

How much money

you make

Or what your

“Kill count” is.

Pause. Problematic.

You see? Women aren’t

numbers on the

sniper count

of your video game

Dummy.

 

There was something

I did enjoy

about him

In a sandbox

kind of way.

The urge to give him

a noogie

and sit on his face

Redirect the energy

Shhhhhh.

 

If I had the confidence

Dare I say, wit?

That I had

around men like this

I could rule the world

Or at least be a bit less

lonely

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It’s easy to play

when the game is

low stakes

But isn’t everything, baby?