It’s Not Easy Being One of the Beautiful People – 210 words
He acts like I do it on purpose.
It’s not my fault the ladies find me irresistible. With hair this fabulous and eyebrows that strike sardonic poses at the flick of a muscle, the miracle is I’ve only got one broad attached to me at the moment.
Can’t he see? I’m not even embracing her. Not really. She’s clinging to me, but I’ve got my hands elsewhere, to prove to him my loyalty. My fidelity.
The flowers he gave me are right there in the vase next to her, proudly displayed. I’m wearing the tie he gave me for our six month anniversary. I’ve even used that special aftershave that he’s so fond of.
Yet I see the suspicion in his eyes.
I get it. I’m a handsome man.
He always wonders why I’m attracted to him. “I’m fat,” he says, more often than not. “I’m balding. I have a face only a mother could love.”
Little does he know how those things appeal to me. No one chases him. No one treats him as a slab of meat for consumption, all eyes and hands and suggestive smirks and ass pats when they think no one’s looking.
He’s who I’d rather be. No artifice. No secrets.
Just himself. Honest.
Well, there you have it: my response to the photo prompt and the instructions to include some sort of “man on man” struggle in a story of 250 (+/-10) words. What do you think?
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