I walk into the coffee shop, my heels clicking on the tiled floor. The men fawn over me as usual, offering to pay for my coffee, finding any excuse to be in my presence. I relish in the attention, knowing my body makes men weak and pathetic. Oh boys. You flatter me but let a girl have some breathing room. That's when my gaze falls on you, sitting there sipping your coffee, not even glancing in my direction. What the... there's no way... I push my way through the clamouring men, most just happy I touched them at all and stride over to you confidently, leaning over against your table. Hey there stranger. Wanna buy a girl a coffee? I purr, running my fingers along your arm. There's no way he can resist me. No man can. Even gay men want me. I think to myself.
