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I Met a Sexy Hot Guy
But he hates one thing about me.
It’s Super Bowl weekend and I’m watching the game at one of our fav places. There’s a table of men next to us. They’re nice, funny, and handsome.
But if you read my work, you know something about me.
I’m complicated.
I send mixed signals.
I didn’t disappoint on this particular day. My friends give me a hard time. They say I need to stop joking and deflecting. They say if a guy is interested in me I need to send a clear message back.
I did not.
Regardless, somehow ‘Sexy hot guy’ and I ended up going out.
After a lot of back and forth and clarifying my mixed signals, we met one night. He was a gentleman. He was kind, attentive, and I could see his heart.
It made me bond with him.
I always say, “It’s hard to hide a good heart.”
We spent hours talking. He drew me in. Did I mention his body? There might be a reason I call him “Sexy hot guy.” His body might be working for him. It might be distracting.
There was something about him.
He laughed and told me I had a type.
