I was the fucking man.
Girls never liked me. I was never that guy, the guy that looked like he wasn’t doing a damn thing. But you knew. You knew he understood them, and they ate it up.
I was never that guy. But that night I was the fucking man.
She sat on my lap. Her best friend gave me a strip tease in the kitchen. They weren’t friends at that moment. They both wanted me. But I was the fucking man. I wasn’t phased.