Oh, You

by Amanda Mather

I've recently been seeing a man who compliments me constantly. In the two weeks since we started talking, he has called me beautiful, smart, sexy, hot, gorgeous, fucking gorgeous, mesmerizing, a goddess. On our dates, he often interrupts me (which I hate) to say I have beautiful eyes or a great smile (which I love, so it mostly evens out). He says he can tell I love to be adored, which is a true thing I think I should dislike about myself but don't. I know he's laying it on thick, but somehow when he says I have the smallest waist, I believe him more than I believe my own pants. That's the thing I dislike about myself: not my love of romantic adoration, but how easily I buy it and how utterly it sways me when little else can.

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Amanda Mather is a writer and data analyst living in Portland, Oregon. Her work is published here and nowhere else. Really, you’re lucky to be reading her at all.