I thought of myself as a JeannieFriday night replayed in my mind. Tyler’s incredibly hot body, the Tequila shots, the arm wrestling match. What all had I said? I remember joking about choke holds. He had told me about his martial arts experience, which was impressive to say the least—25 years of training, since he was a nine-year-old boy. And I think we had talked about my obsession with I Dream of Jeannie. He looked at my web site? I had worked on the web site, femalemuscle.com, day and night for years prior to that. It had become the number one resource site for female bodybuilders, and having been one, there were obviously pictures of me on the site as well. But over the years, it was evident that sex is what sells. I added links to shemuscle.com—erotic photos and videos of muscular, tan, sexy women. I had previously posed for Brian Moss of shemuscle.com, so those photos were there as well.

But that wasn’t me. I posed for them and added sexy blogs to the web site for the business, to attract viewers and investors. I had a multitude of black teddies for these photos but, more often than not, I wore XXL T-shirts, sweatpants, and glasses when there was no camera. I viewed myself as a nerd, not as a sex fantasy.

Tyler’s attention made me feel sexy, though. He was so attractive that I found myself wondering how he could be so blatantly attracted to me. I heard the main office door open down the hall as other people started arriving. My cheeks felt warm with the anticipation of holding Tyler’s interest, and my heart pounded erratically inside my chest. It wasn’t until the office was empty again at 5:00 that I could bring myself to click the Reply button.