Winston knows he isn't sexy. He isn't a stud, classically handsome, and he doesn't have rhythm. A night on the dance floor with a stranger proves otherwise, though. Can best friend Clark convince Winston that he's all the sexy a man could hope to be, off the dance floor as well as on it?.
Winston, who is a little on the pudgy side, believes himself to be very unsexy. When he goes to clubs on the weekend he dances some, but normally sits around and watches. On one Saturday, a man approaches him from behind and makes him dance to a song that Winston normally would sit out on because he feels silly doing the dance moves. He's not a particularly good dancer and he feels self conscious about his looks, but he dances with this man, enjoying the dance, the company, the night. One song leads to another and they dance together through several sets until the stranger departs and Winston is shocked to realize he never bothered to even look at the guy's face.
The next weekend he feels the same man again come up behind him and request to dance. As they dance to a slow song, Winston leans back into the mystery man's embrace, soaking in the fact he's being held. He closes his eyes and turns his head, his lips claimed in a fervent kiss. Winston opens his eyes to see who the man is ... only to find that he might already know him.
I've read a lot of Vic Winter books and enjoyed pretty much all of them; they are always cute sweet reads and I'm Not Sexy And I Know It was another one that I really liked. I only had one problem with this book, that Winston called Clark a "stud" a few times in this short story, including to his face which was a little cringe-worthy to me. I just can't see people calling anyone stud to their face. But aside from that, I really liked this little friends-to-lovers short story and I'm giving it 4 stars.
Review Courtesy Of: ManicReaders