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EVERYTHING IS SUCH A BORE.
Meeting guys is such a catch-22, because the guys I'm pining after aren't the type to come up and start a conversation and that's all girls want. What do you have to do to get them to see there's a common ground - hot pink lipstick and mullet hair, grandma's dresses and costume jewlery? You know guys don't really like that shit, it's just the image that girls try so hard to achieve. I like to think that Chelsea and I have more character than most girls in those crowded bars, but all we do is attract pervy guys of all shapes, sizes and colors. and we stand there, peeking over their shoulders, staring at the pair of guys that seems utterly perfect (one with a beanie and a white tee, and one with a beard and a sweater), until we can't take their drunk banter and loud singing and groping and we have to flee to the bathroom. and we stare at ourselves in the mirror and wonder why the perfect pair doesn't notice us.
I'm tired of being a magnet for everything I hate.
From now on, I'm going to be a fag hag. Gay guys are better dancers, anyway.
Meeting guys is such a catch-22, because the guys I'm pining after aren't the type to come up and start a conversation and that's all girls want. What do you have to do to get them to see there's a common ground - hot pink lipstick and mullet hair, grandma's dresses and costume jewlery? You know guys don't really like that shit, it's just the image that girls try so hard to achieve. I like to think that Chelsea and I have more character than most girls in those crowded bars, but all we do is attract pervy guys of all shapes, sizes and colors. and we stand there, peeking over their shoulders, staring at the pair of guys that seems utterly perfect (one with a beanie and a white tee, and one with a beard and a sweater), until we can't take their drunk banter and loud singing and groping and we have to flee to the bathroom. and we stare at ourselves in the mirror and wonder why the perfect pair doesn't notice us.
I'm tired of being a magnet for everything I hate.
From now on, I'm going to be a fag hag. Gay guys are better dancers, anyway.