Only one more day at Panera
And on my 2nd to last day, one of the gay guys decided to ask me if I was a lesbian. WTF!?!?! He said he asked because he doesn't hear me talk about guys. I pretty much make some reference to Ben about every other shift I work. Matter of fact, I told this very person that I was going to check my VM to see if my boyfriend called me to say he was home. I'm going to be 23 next week, so I've kinda grown out of the whole "Ohmygod! Look at THAT guy! He's just, like, soooo hawt!" thing. First, I get called "ma'am" by stupid, ditzy sorority bitches, I don't get carded at bars, now someone thinks I'm a lesbian. yeah, I just love it here...