So my best friend has been seeing this new guy recently, and is totally infatuated with him. I pretend to gag but part of me thinks it's really cute. She hasn't kissed him yet, though, and I growl at her about feminism and how she doesn't have to wait for him to make the first move.
She threw that right back in my face, though, saying didn't I wait over a fucking year for ******* to make the first move? I tried to tell her about **** ruining my would-be first move attempt in Philadelphia, or an early train ruining it at Christmastime, but she wasn't buying it. ...And neither was I, I guess.
Should I have? Would things be different? I don't know.
Does it do me any good to think about it now? Nope.
Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
I'm glad you think it's cute :P I pretend to gag at cute things, too. :P
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