You Mean I Really Do Look Good Naked?
Two weeks ago The Marine and I started seeing each other again. Since the last time we dated casually, I have gained thirty-five pounds of pure fat-ass, which I warned him about beforehand. Naturally I felt a tiny bit hugely insecure when I pulled my clothes off in front of him during our reunion date.
While I was standing there trying to look all confident and sexy in the nude, The Marine made a face. That’s right, a face. He is a grown-ass man, he should know better than to make a face when a naked chick is present. ASSHOLE.
