He may be an arrogant asshole most days, but from what I saw last night when he relaxed with me and let that barrier of his down, just slightly, Forrest has a kindness to him that he gives freely and almost demands you take what he is giving. He has some work to do on how to manage that trait, but he just needs to find someone who will bring out the best in him for that to happen.

That’s not me.

I just make him agitated, and the feeling is mutual.

As I get fifteen minutes into my walk and the podcast is heating up, it’s time to run for at least ten minutes, get that heartrate up. Because after last night’s meal, I ate enough carbs to thicken these thighs, and if that is going to happen each night, this girl is in big trouble. A little laugh slips out as the girls on the podcast are talking to a woman in New York about a disastrous date.

“Truly, he said that he eats avocado with every meal. He read somewhere that if you were ever stranded on a deserted island and you had avocados, you would survive. So even for dessert we had to have avocado ice cream—which was gross, by the way. But I was invested in this guy. He was hot and gave off big-dick energy, so I suffered through the ice cream. We headed back to his place, and the moment things were getting hot and heavy, he says he’ll be back in a moment and then returns with a container that looked like guacamole. And in my head, I’m thinking, if I have to eat this while having sex, I’m going to lose it.”

I’m laughing a bit more now, just like all the women on the podcast are at the vision she is describing.

“But no, it was worse than that. He proudly told me he had made his own lube, by mixing gel with avocado. Like, what the actual fuck.”

I can’t help it, now I laugh out loud and start talking to myself like I do when listening to a podcast.

“Why would you ever use avocado as lube? Oh, that’s gross, imagine the mess in your vag. Ugh, that’s just vomit-worthy. Oh God, and a green dick with come leaking out of it looking like mayonnaise. Why would you even try to do that?”

“You wouldn’t. That’s just fucked up.” Forrest’s deep voice scares the hell out of me, and I stumble in my running.

“Shit!” I scream as he starts laughing while I’m falling, and he catches me in his arms before I break a leg.

“Stop scaring me!” I hit his chest as he sets my feet back on the ground.

“It’s only fair, because Harper Williams, you scare the shit out of me.”