The Big Bad Wolf

Can I be honest? You look beautiful—better yet, shit-hot. My blood is throbbing like jungle drums. How about I undress you right now and we shag you on that Ms. Pac-Man machine in the corner?

When I was a junior in high school I dated a girl who told me she loved me, but wasn’t in love with me. This meant she wouldn’t have sex with me until she changed her love to “in love,” or so I thought.