The Way She Looked At Me


Just when I thought I had begun to conquer my insecurities, I had to use the bathroom.

It wasn’t the bath(room) that did it to me, nor was it the act of using the facilities (although I could probably write a book on that subject—don’t ask) that shook my confidence. No, it was her…

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