Camile
I"m on my way to the bar, where I"m about to be trapped with shifty, eye-contact-making Phil. Not only does he have all the hallmarks of a stage-five clinger, his interests are weird and not in a sexy way. He’ll probably spend the entire night talking about DNA sequencing or something equally snooze-worthy.
It makes me miss Steve. He always had something interesting to say, and you never knew what that something was going to be.
As usual, I get that familiar pang in my chest. I try to push him out of my mind. Right now, I can"t think about Steve. I can"t think about Mark, either. I"m over men, to be honest. What I"m not over is s*x. It"s always been my preferred way of letting off steam. And that"s where Phil comes in.
Do I have ulterior motives? Maybe. But s*x with strangers is
