Dear Fuckable Freckles,

We've eye-fucked each other every Saturday from 3:15 to 4:15 for the past month. I look forward to these 60 minutes way more than I should. Your freckles are sprinkled perfectly across your nose but more importantly just looking at your bod makes me wet. I catch you staring at me the entire time and I know you've caught me staring at your ding-a-ling. Ask me out already, because I'm too much of a pussy to make the first move. Greg Behrendt would tell me that because you haven't asked me out yet that you just aren't that into me. But comeon, you've gotta be.

Is it Saturday yet?
M in SF

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