I would never say this out loud.
I’m just so used to being the better one. Guys always seem to pick me over the alternative. I was always the hot one, the prize, at my college parties. I can be extremely confident in the right setting. Probably eighty percent of guys I talk to fall in love with me. I’ve always worked hard and played hard. I thoroughly enjoy having sex and I typically don’t need to search for it.
So you can imagine my curiosity (and frustration, confusion, etc.) when I show interest in a beautiful, well-dressed douchebag and receive only his usual, well-mannered charm in return. The same polite manner of speech he uses with our common professors.
This is exactly what I need. What an exciting challenge. What a perfect distraction.
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