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I got into a fight with my mom in the middle of Walmart tonight. She said something about how she thinks that I'm really going out with guys when I say that I'm going out with my friends. So I came back with, "Why does it matter?! How old am I? Even if I were going out with guys, which I'm not, I don't see why it would matter." At this point, I was quite proud of myself for being so bold, and began to walk away. She snapped her finger at me, made me walk back to her, and proceeded to yell at me.
Seriously, I'm eighteen. I know people my age who are married, but I can't so much as hang out with a guy.
Pre-fight, my mom paid to get my hair cut by the extremely gay guy that I love. Tonight he told me all about his boyfriend, advised me to join the frisbee golf team at UAH because there are lots of hotties on the team, and was completely shell-shocked when I told him that I wasn't "seeing anyone." He is simply fabulous, and I love him.
Seriously, I'm eighteen. I know people my age who are married, but I can't so much as hang out with a guy.
Pre-fight, my mom paid to get my hair cut by the extremely gay guy that I love. Tonight he told me all about his boyfriend, advised me to join the frisbee golf team at UAH because there are lots of hotties on the team, and was completely shell-shocked when I told him that I wasn't "seeing anyone." He is simply fabulous, and I love him.