He cooks something for me as I do my homework. It's like Halloween. His nose is big and distinct, his eyes always searching for something I'm too young to understand. He doesn't belong to a subculture of men who think they're silver foxes. I know this because, shortly after we start dating, he shows me a picture of himself aged 11 or I fear that everyone's smarter than me, that I'm just fronting. I say yes.
I am a sex-positive writer and blogger.
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I meet so many guys who look like Tim where I live now.