Rating: 4.25 stars
When a new song starts up, it finds Winston standing at the edge of the dance floor, his usual spot at the night club. But its infectious beat has Winston moving his body to the rhythm of the music, something he never does. A sexy voice whispers in his ear, anonymous hands are placed on his hips and an unseen dancer behind him moves him onto the dance floor and into an evening of sexy music, dancing and joy. The evening ends and Winston still doesn’t know who his dance partner was, only the for the first time in ages he felt sexy and alive.
At brunch, his friends don’t get what made that night so special when he describes it to them as there was no date, no sex, no hooking up. Only his friend, Clark, seems to understand how it made him feel. And why is he is going back, hoping to find that person who finds him sexy and have one more dance.
This is a wonderfully endearing short story about a man who looks at himself in the mirror and finds the picture woefully inadequate, especially when judged against the looks of those around him, including his best friend. Vic Winter has done a great job of capturing a person’s insecurities about their looks in his character of Winston. Who among us has not had that moment where we have felt fat or ugly or just plain when we take a look at the people we work or live with, even though we know we are good people inside. Winston stands for all of us and that has us rooting for a good and decent person to see himself as others see him. And to a HFN, with the possibility of a HEA in the future.
My only quibble in a terrific short story is that I wish the ending had felt a little less rushed at the end as the author had struck a beautiful balance up until then. Great job, Vic Winter. I need to read more of your stories if I’m Not SexyAnd I Know It speaks for the rest of your stories.