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I know I find Finn’s aesthetic attractive, but I haven’t yet explored feelings of being attracted to her, in part because I haven’t yet explored my ability to fall for a woman. I figure if I was going to be with a woman, I would have been with one by now. I would know if I was bisexual or gay. Being a writer, I assume I am at least mildly self-aware. It also has not occurred to me that Finn might be attracted to me. It doesn’t occur to me she might be interested in me as more than a friend.

It doesn’t occur to me, even though she writes me an email in which she says she wants me to read on a barstool under dim lights for her while she sips on a beer. Yeah, book it, her email ends. Book it. And I do vaguely remember staring at her brown hands while she spoke, her knuckle tattoos, thinking they were the most beautiful hands I’d ever seen.