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wasn’t a big deal.”
    “Not a big deal?” he asked incredulously. “I would never be with a girl if she couldn’t make me come.”
    “Well, men and women are totally different…”
    “So?” he asked. “Have we ever had sex and you didn’t come?”
    “No…”
    “It’s not that hard.”
    “But you have a lot more experience than he does.”
    “When I was with Zahara, she was my first. And I still made her come every time.”
    “Zahara?” I asked.
    “The girl I was with for a long time,” he explained.
    Zahara? That was such a unique name. “Oh. But, I’m sure it took you awhile to get to that level.”
    “Not really,” he said. “I just felt her body and paid attention to what she liked and didn’t like. It’s not rocket science. Did he have a small dick?”
    “Okay, now this has gone too far.”
    “Did he?” he pressed.
    “I don’t know what’s big or small, but yours is much larger.”
    “No surprise there,” he said sarcastically.
    I kept thinking about that name. “That’s an unusual name.”
    “What?” he asked.
    “Zahara.”
    He shrugged. “I guess.”
    I waited for him to elaborate on that.
    When I kept staring at him, he spoke. “What?”
    “Was she African American?” I just couldn’t picture him with anyone that wasn’t white.
    “Actually, she was half Puerto Rican and half Kenyan.”
    “Oh.”
    “Why does that matter?”
    “I just…I’m white.”
    “Yeah, I know,” he said sarcastically.
    “I just mean…we’re so different.”
    “I’m not following.”
    “If you’re attracted to her, how can you be attracted to me? I have blonde hair and green eyes…I’m so plain.”
    “It’s not like she’s the pinnacle of beauty I compare all women to. I’ve been with a lot of different girls. I’ve been with Asians, Native Americans, girls who had so much mixed blood they didn’t even know, Russians, Germans…everything. I even went out with a foreign girl who didn’t speak a word of English. I couldn’t even tell you where she was from.”
    “Okay…you aren’t helping.”
    He sighed. “My point is, I don’t have a type. I find all women beautiful. Just because you aren’t exotic doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re unique. That’s not true at all.”
    I wasn’t sure why this was bothering me so much.
    He stared at me. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Don’t close off from me,” he snapped. “Now tell me.”
    “I just…she’s probably way prettier than I am.”
    He rolled his eyes. “I understand why you’re insecure, but this needs to stop. I don’t compare you to her or visa versa. Honestly, I don’t even think about her. If you’re worried about me comparing the two of you, I suggest you don’t bring her up again. You’re the one digging your own grave.”
    I knew it was immature but I couldn’t help it. “Can I ask you something personal?”
    “Sure.”
    “ Did you sleep with a bunch of women after you broke up or before?”
    “After.”
    “Why?”
    He shrugged. “I’d been with one girl my whole life and I didn’t want to be in another serious relationship. I just wanted to have fun and enjoy being single, not being tied down to anyone. But when I saw you, all of that went out the window.”
    “Why? Why am I special?”
    “Honestly, I have no idea why. I can’t answer that. All I know is I wanted you the moment I saw you, and as soon as you opened that pretty mouth of yours, that attitude and all those smartass comments coming out, I didn’t want you to close it. I wanted to know more about you until the point of obsession. That’s the moment I knew you were special.”
    “But all I did was argue with you.”
    “Exactly.” He held my gaze. “Other girls just say what they think I want to hear. They try to be as compatible and easy going as possible so I’ll stick around. They don’t challenge me or call me out on my shit. But you do.”
    Now I felt stupid for being so