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Fuck.
I nervously rub the back of my neck. I probably look ridiculous. I put so much time into my f*****g appearance and I've been doubting myself since I stepped out of the hotel.
I grit my teeth. How am I supposed to get through this without being labeled a creep?
I know I'll probably make a fool of myself. I'm nervous as f**k and I'm hoping my behavior doesn't come off as uncouth.
I already know what's going to happen to me, rejection or not.
I'm going to think she's beautiful. I'll want to hold her. I'll want to kiss her.
And I'll still want to make love to her.
I don't care if she's thin, fat, sick or whole...I just want her.
I slide my hands into my pockets, looking down at my outfit again. Maybe it's too formal?
I rock back on my heels. Business casual. I pul
