“You’re supposed to be small so you can be carried… not that you need to be carried… but men need to feel they can protect you…” I turn away as he tails off, mumbling something about “nature” and “Darwin”. “I just think wo men aren’t meant to be this tall, this… long,” he continues. “No – you’ve got it all wrong.” One of my legs, which he is currently talking about, is reaching for the edge of the bed to step out of it and into a taxi home, while another part of me is intrigued to see how much further into a deeply awkward chasm of his own making this man might go. “No, no, no,” the naked man lying next to me says frantically.
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