Me and the Straight-Athlete

White socks + an athletic straight guy = my ultimate goal! One breathtaking glimpse by the sports field, and I had my eye on the boy who played basketball like a dream and spoke his mind. I touch his abs, steal his white socks, and force him to go on dates with me. I watch him go from “Are you crazy?” to “Cut it out,” and then to “I’m taking you everywhere with me.” When he awkwardly tries to be gentle and hands me his sweat-soaked white socks, saying, “You’re the only one who can touch them,” I mean, who could resist? This mutual descent into obsession is wild and sweet. I’m not making a straight guy fall for me for any other reason than to win him over.