Something about how unexpected it is.
You don’t even know me.
True. But I’m using my imagination.
Okay. And what are you imagining?
Hmm…
I’m picturing you in a cardigan. Button-up blouse. Tight pants in a fun color, like orange or purple. You like your clothes, but they don’t show off your body well. And it’s a great body.
I bet you work a lot. You love your job. You’re in management or something where you’re in charge…obviously.
And I betyou don’t have sex nearly as much as you should.
I force myself to swallow. Looking down at my outfit, I start to wonder how much I could have possibly given away in our limited conversation, but then I realize that was a generic answer.
You got all that from my blank profile?
Was I right?
I’m wearing a dress today. It’s black.
I smile to myself as I add the next part.
My cardigan is red.
I was close.
I don’t wear clothes that show off my body
because clothes were made to cover your body,
not “show it off.”
I do work a lot, and I do love my job.
I own a company, actually.
What about the last part?
The part about sex.
Somethingbetween my legs tingles at the thought.
I’m not answering that.
Haha, so that’s a yes.
I mean…I’m on this app.
I feel like that should say enough.
Well, I’m on the app, and I get laid plenty.
I let out a groan.Just like that I’m reminded that he’s twenty-two. He ruined it with one line.
I’m sure you do. Lots of vanilla sex.