Let me tell you, you can’t put a price on a grown woman walking across the street tugging up at her stockings while the wind blows her pleated skirt up. In the end, I ducked into a men’s suit boutique (of course), sat in a chair, and proceeded to hike up my skirt and adjust. Essentially, it was a gay man’s nightmare.
I’m off to a blind date with a gay midget. I can’t be certain he’s a gay midget, but this was set up by a mutual acquaintance and I have no idea what to expect. Cheers.
I’m off to a blind date with a gay midget. I can’t be certain he’s a gay midget, but this was set up by a mutual acquaintance and I have no idea what to expect. Cheers.
1 comments:
Your blind date plans (or at least your description of it) made me laugh. Good luck!
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