You were probably the hottest person I ever maybe loved. You worked at PGW and everyone knows I have a fetish for the working class. After weeks of charged flirtation I finally told you what I wanted, and didn’t consider that it wasn’t reciprocated. You said we were just friends and that you didn’t date. You were celibate. But you texted me all the time, and I'm a woman, so I know what it feels like to be desired by a man. You kept coming over, and you kept staying later and later, until it didn’t make sense to leave at all. Once you stayed all night, and we never spoke again.
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