If Women Wrote Men the Way Men Write Women 

Read this on a bus ride. So good. I kept laughing. People were staring.

“He sucked in his tummy and pulled his pecs up high, trying to present them like pastries in a bakery window. Would she like him? Were the goods good enough? He pouted his lips and ran his hands over his thighs, masking their expanse. MAYBE.”

Read the rest, you won’t regret it.