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A book appeared on my e-reader and I don’t know how it got there. The book itself begins the same way. I tore through it.

A woman, described.

Viagra says four hours is a medical emergency. I say it sounds like bliss.

A year of correspondence, less than an hour together, and she left flushed. We’re both still hungry.

Isabel says some very kind things about me.

A woman on the subway takes something from me I didn’t offer, and I sit still, fascinated.

Most of my dates are sure things. This one won’t be, and that means something much scarier than not getting laid: the possibility of being rejected not for my looks, but for *me*.

Isabel is shy, but she does as she’s told.

Sofia sends me a video, and I lose my fucking mind.