I watched him play an afternoon of basketball. He looked so sexy. When he sat down next to me, I was so attracted to the smell of his sweat. What is wrong with me? I think I love him.
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sweat does not equal love.
This happened to me. Except we were already dating at the time. He'd been playing for hours; I thought it was beautiful. He sat next to me but edged away "for my protection." I laughed - he smelled like the beauty of athleticism.
I love it.
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