May 5, 2021
6 min read
I’m a Huge Bitch, and I Love My Life (For the Most Part)
It’s liberating, even if you’re a guy.
She wouldn’t stop complimenting me.
It felt weird.
We were at one of those hotel bars, drinking overpriced bourbon. Within five minutes she told me how much she loved my hair, and my shirt. She told me how smart I was three or four times. Finally I asked…
