Page 16 of So Wrong, It's Wright
That’s a lie.
I know what came over me. Want. Lust.Need.The moment the sound of my alarm cut into my consciousness, I knew I had to get out of there or I’d be point-five of a second away from trying to figure out how to stretch her tiny body around me without tearing her in two. No lies this time. I’m fully aware of how conceited talking about my dick like that seems. But as a guy who really does have a huge member, I’m telling you from experience, it’s no walk in the park. You hear guys going on and on, boasting about their size. But for those of us who are truly on the big side, bragging about it is the last thing we want to do. Most women think they can take it, but in reality, most of them freak out on sight or they just can’t relax enough to make it fit. No matter who I’m with, I have to be careful. I have to be in control. Another big part of why I don’t really date.
Big. I laugh to myself. That seems to be the one single word that describes everything about me. And maybe that’s why I’m attracted to somebody so small. Something about opposites and the grass being greener on the other side…
Taking a deep inhale, my eyes read over her words once again, my hand swiping back and forth through my beard as I decide what to send back without overthinking to the point where she doesn’t think I’m interested. Because I’mveryinterested.
Me:Never. I’d appreciate your honestly :-)
Tahlia:In that case, yes. Yes, I was FB stalking you. :-P
A burst of amusement leaves my nose as I adjust to cradle the phone in both my hands, rapid typing with my thumbs. I'm sitting at a table on my own in the cafeteria at work, tucked away so no one else thinks to sit with me. It's not that I'm antisocial, it's just that I need a little quiet in my day after making small talk with my lab partner all morning. Professionally, Janeece is an excellent engineer—we’re working together on building a prosthetic foot that mimics the user’s natural gait and has pressure sensors to help with balance and footing, which is going to be awesome—but shelovesto talk about her kid. All day. Every day.
Now, I love kids and all—would even love it if I had a couple of my own—but there’s only so many times I can hear how little Kramer scored a homerun at little league in vivid detail. So, the way I get my solitude in order to recharge for the remainder of the day is to hideout in the far corner of the cafeteria with my head down, and my eyes glued to my cell, so I’m avoiding all eye contact. Works a treat. And today, I’m secretly grateful to Janeece, because without her ability to talk under water with a mouthful of marbles, I wouldn’t have been looking at my phone at the exact moment Tahlia’s friend request came through, and I wouldn’t have seen the photo like and unlike happen either.
Me:See anything interesting?
Tahlia:Just some old photos…
Me:Decided against liking the one of me and my sister?
Tahlia:You saw that, huh? :facepalm emoji:
Me:Sure did. She’s my half-sister. The one I told you about at the wedding.
Tahlia:Oh yeah. I remember. She’s beautiful.
Me:I’ll let her know you said so.
Tahlia:Lawd! Don’t do that! She’ll have no idea who I am, and it’ll seem creepy.
Me:She knows who you are.
Tahlia:Really?
Me:She’s living in New York, so she was put out that I didn’t see here while I was there. But when I told her about you, she decided to forgive my faux pas.
Tahlia:What did you tell her? Not everything, I hope :blushing emoji:
Me:I only gave her the PG details. I’d never share anything private. That’s not who I am.
Tahlia:I get that sense. Darren says you’re one of the good ones.
Me:Is that a ‘good’ thing? Aren’t ‘good guys’ supposed to be entitled assholes?
Tahlia:Lol. That’s only the guys who *say* they’re a good guy. If you let people draw that conclusion themselves, it means you’re actually a proper good guy.
Me::thinking emoji: I’m not sure I understand. But I’ll take your word for it.
Tahlia:I happen to be an expert on the subject of fake good guys, so I promise you’re the real deal.
Me:an expert? Do I need to come up there and beat somebody up?
Tahlia:lol, no. But I like the idea of seeing you. You’re still coming for the christening, right?
Me:Wouldn’t miss it. Did you win the godmother crown?
Tahlia:Darren did :-( but I’m next in line, I’m sure of it ;-)
