Catfish

I don’t know what possessed me, to be so stupid. Actually that’s a lie; I know exactly why I did it; I wanted him so badly.

He’s gay; I’ve seen that with my own eyes down our local bar. The cheap, slutty girls hang around him like flies, but he’s not interested; he’s only got eyes for the hot-blooded males in there. I’ve waited for so long for his eyes to land on me.

He’s something else, every inch of his body sends sparks through me; his muscular arms, broad shoulders and sharp jaw are just a few examples. He’s got that bad boy look, a heavy southern drawl and sun-kissed skin; can you see why I’m totally dumbfounded by him?

There was no chance redneck Daryl Dixon was going to fall for fragile, wimpy Glenn.

That’s when the most ridiculous idea sprang into my head.