She listened to the giddy gaggle of her friend carry on about his abstract finer points, the attractive ones, the ones that would translate into what makes a great lover. All those little things that built up the pillar upon which this semi-fantastic boy was erected.
"You know, I hate to burst your bubble," she smiled honestly, smelling the smelly smell of great sexpectations, "regardless of who you think he is, he still puts his pants on one leg at a time. I just hope it's not a let down for you if it ever comes to fruition."
Her friend's dreamy smile barely faded, her hope hardly cracked. "The bar's been set pretty low," she admitted. "It won't take much to surpass what's come before..."
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