Chapter 75

No one was looking in my direction yet, which was fine. Eventually, when the pickings were slim, I would become viable—simple attrition. Did it bother me? Not much. My only requirement for a sweet lay was that the guy was clean and not a total ass.

I spent an hour watching the mating rituals of men in heat. It was amusing. The tall, good-looking, buff guys got most of the attention in the meat market. Clothing mattered, too. It had to showcase the goods, after all. I wore faded blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, untucked. It was my usual attire, the length of the sleeves varying only with the weather. It played to my strengths while de-emphasizing my middle.