---------------------------------------- • Most of my life, whenever I'd felt sexually unwanted, I'd start planning to get fit. …
Epistemic status: Speculation. An unholy union of evo psych, introspection, random stuff I happen to observe & hear about, and thinking. Done on a highly charged topic. Caveat emptor!
As Rachel unlocked the door to Chez Mixte the next day, she felt something different. At first, she couldn't figure out what. Everything that had appeared antiquated and unsophisticated now had a special glow. She had once looked at pastries like Blake's orteils de gopher, which had been setting overnight, and thought them no better than animal crackers. Now, they seemed full of animal passion.
For the first time, she picked one up and bit into it. Flaky, and Blake's cream tasted so good on her tongue. Sweet, but not too sweet. A thought popped into her head. Blake had started posting gym selfies five weeks ago. That was about when he had started looking for a flour sifting accessory. Had he been trying to... impress her?