pegasus

CW: In this essay, I use "daddy" one time, "father" three times, and "dad" five times to refer to my biological father.

You AirDrop me a photo.

You look like Greek god.

Olive skin, bare foot propped casually on a volleyball, arms crossed strategically so I can still see the Adonis cut disappearing into your black shorts. I know you know what that does to everyone who sees it, the way you are smiling smugly into the camera.

I wonder who took that photo, and whether they oiled you down beforehand.

Hmm.

You tell me you ride a big black motorcycle for fun and travel a lot. You like beach volleyball. Of course. You do Cross-Fit. Of course. Your fun fact is that you eat bananas and kiwis with the skin on, strawberry greens.

Of course.

I hate the rehearsed sales pitch but I’ve already decided that I have to fuck you, so I wink and tell you that’s nice, but resource provision is hot.

You show me your last bank statement and online brokerage account, then you ask me out.

A girl could do worse.