I wasn't always pretty.
It came later. Haltingly.
In spite of fat and fear and an untamable unibrow.
I wasn't always pretty.
Or sexy.
Or attractive.
Or whatever word you might choose.
You choose the words.
I'll choose the being of them.
When I'm in the mood.
I wasn't often pretty.
Often, I'm still not.
Honey, you're beautiful. It's one of the first things I noticed about you—your earthy sensuality, your joie de vivre, your warmth, your sassy femininity. You are pretty and sexy and attractive. You are welcoming and generous and funny and beautiful. You're interesting and fun. And it's September already and I haven't had enough time with my new, beautiful, interesting friend. What say we meet at the Tillicum/Gorge park within the next seven days and have a walk by the water?
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