Some were more welcome than others, like the surgeon who removed my inflamed appendix, and that incredibly hot Dutch photographer in a Utrecht Airbnb, to whom I would have given my appendix, had he asked.
I am torn between two different versions of that story. In one, I was twentysomething, wild, confident and single. The other version, in which I felt honored that someone conventionally attractive was interested.
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