From the author: You’re too nervous to talk to women, but talking is the only way to a connection and eventual intimacy. So when a beautiful woman literally steps in front of you, what do you do?
I'm on the Metro, the yellow line, somewhere under the Potomac, thinking of how much I don't need sex. There's a girl. I'm sitting. She's standing, her soft short-fingered right hand curled around a pole. Her ass is right in my face. It's big. Gorgeous. I stare at the two twin curves of her hips bulging over the waist of her black miniskirt. I imagine a subterranean breeze sweeping beneath. Is her underwear too small? Is it creeping up her crack? I could slip my hands under her skirt and...