I walk into Sawyer’s place of work at six pm sharp. A red head, a surfer, and a muscle man walk into a bar. I try to think of a joke, but all I come up with is a threesome.
Sawyer’s at the bar, polishing glasses, his blond head a flash of sunlight in the dim bar. I like the low lights in this place. I feel more comfortable in the dark. Easier to hide my flaws.
How sad. How much of my life is ordered around my body insecurity? I didn’t realize how much it controlled me. Maybe that’s why I hide in my apartment when two hot guys take an interest.
I cross the room. I’m wearing a stretchy black skirt that hugs my hips and a V-neck top that flatters my boobs. No Amish rejects today. I almost feel good. I can cozy up to the bar, cleavage on display, and flirt with Sawyer. I’ll stick to water,
