#far as i can tell theres a small handful of gay bars and thats it
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i didnt plan far enough ahead so now instead of like. a karaoke bar or a gay bar or some fun shit im spending my birthday at an arcade bar. which like. sure whatever. but. not my thing, yâknow. i coulda done karaoke in my slutty little dress but no im stupid and lack foresight.
#some strategic planner id make lmao i cant even plan a bday that ill really enjoy#like sure itll probably still be fun. but like#also sucks having a monday birthday yâknow#theres like one bar in town that has karaoke on monday nights.#wish there was like a lesbian bar or something in town#far as i can tell theres a small handful of gay bars and thats it#like sure thats cool too but like. idk. yâknow?#oh theres. theres one lesbian bar in the whole state. and its in phoenix. oh.#why are there inly 32 of them in the whole country lesbians what are we doing#none of these other dudes are even queer what am i doing with this group#whatever ive got a whole week off to find a spot it doesnt need to be ON my 21st bday that i find a good bar#this arcade bar will probably be fun i guess#ooh maybe theyll have pinball#i love pinball#jesus fuck this was a lot of tags
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Park Bench | Reddie
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Rating: E
Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak
Word Count: 3,320
Chapter: 2/8
Past Chapters: Chapter 1Â (AO3)
Next Chapters: Chapter 3 (AO3), Chapter 4 (AO3)
Summary: Recently divorced and âincapable of loveâ, Eddie Kaspbrak moves to Los Angeles for work and a small, small hope of a fresh start. Broken up and never dated again, Richie Tozier tries to get back into love with help from his love of music. Quickly meeting eyes and one concert later, they think that maybe love isnât that bad. So they try it one more time.
Chapter 2: What If Eddie Kaspbrak Was?, What If Richie Tozier Wasnât? & Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak Have BreakfastÂ
Tags/Warnings: Angst / Unhappy Ending / theres only one sex scene but this is explicit anyway / Bisexual Richie Tozier / Gay Eddie Kaspbrak / Post-Divorce / Implied/Referenced Cheating / Inspired By Remembering Sunday (All Time Low) / Inspired by The Book Ninja by Ali Berg / Implied/Referenced Child Abuse / Implied/Referenced Abuse / Implied/Referenced Manipulation
Tag-list: @richietoasterâ, @s-s-georgieâ, @mikeurisâ, @gazebobullshitâ, @that-weird-girls-blogâ, @tozierkingâââ, @thoughtfullyyoungduckâ, @s-onoraâ, @bellarosewritesâ, @lermansloganâ, @ambitiousskychildâ, @ghostnebulaâ, @vanillaredvelvetâ,
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Chapter 2
What If Eddie Kaspbrak Was?
He loves Beverly, he really does, but right now, in this gigantic crowd of people, he hates her. Really, really hates her. He thinks that everything and everyone (mildly excluding Ben, Beverly, Bill, Mike, and Mr. cute-Hawaiian-shirt guy-with-huge glasses-whoâs-name-is-apparently-Richie) is out to kill him. Two groups of teenagers tried to sell him drugs, or something âhe wouldnât know. He ran away before they could say anything.
It was loud, and hot, and made Eddie, really, really uncomfortable. As much as he tried to avoid the touches of every person jumping around to whatever incomprehensible song was being shouted âyes, he meant shouted â it was too cramped. âYou okay there?â Eddie heard a voice behind him ask, loudly. As he looked in that direction, Eddie decided that speaking would be useless, so he simply shook his head. He let Mr. cute-Hawaiian-shirt guy-with-huge glasses-whoâs-name-is-apparently-Richie or, simply, Richie, take his hand and lead him out. âYou looked really uncomfortable,â Richie smiled, laughing a bit.
âUh, yeah, donât do that well with big crowds and everything,â Eddie shrugged, attempting to look âcool.â
Richie laughed, âLets go.â
âBut, the concert?â
âIâve seen âem before,â Richie shook his head, âIâll take you back home, its pretty late anyway.â
âThanks,â Eddie smiled as he took Richieâs outstretched hand.
âWhere is your place?â Richie asked him, crossing the pedestrian.
âI uh, live with Ben and Bev.â
âThat mansion? Well, I guess when the husband is an architect and the wife is a designer you get the Buckingham fucking Palace.â Eddie laughed at that (as much as he tried to hide it.)
âBut, yeah, Iâm staying at Ben and Bevâs while Iâm here.â
âWhile youâre here?â Richie nods
âI donât live in LA, Iâm from New York,â Eddie replied.
âI didnât think you were from here,â Richie smiled, walking backward to face Eddie.
âThatâs dangerous.â
âAnd thats,â Richie points at Eddie âno fun.â
Eddie rolled his eyes, moving away from the topic, âIts like you guys have your own planet here,â he says, scanning the scenery.
âSays the New Yorker,â Richie said sarcastically.
Eddie gave him a questioning look, trying to hide a smile. âYou know, all the big pretty buildings and broadway, and all the big movies,â Richie jokes in a horrible Brooklyn accent.
âDonât-donât do that,â Eddie shakes his head.
âThats my career.â Richie grinned walking into the subway.
Eddie ignored that, âI thought LA was all cars?â He asked.
âIt is. Iâm doing a kind of project thing though,â Richie smiles talking Eddieâs hand. That slightly throwing Eddie off. âSee?â Richie points to a vinyl (yes, Eddie learned the word) with their intertwined fingers.
âI donât think I understand,â Eddie says looking at Richie.
âI donât think you need to,â Richie winks, seating Eddie further from the vinyl.
âFor a comedian, youâre not funny.â
âCome to one of my shows then. Got one tomorrow night.â Richie winks.
âSure.â
Richie stops himself before he says âits a date.â
âWhere did you go?â Beverly asked Eddie as he walked into the kitchen where the rest of the group was standing.
âI went back here,â Eddie says, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room as he holds back a âand kind of got a date. Kind of. Well, no it isnât a date. Iâm just gonna watch his show-â
âRichie âwent back here,â too?â
âOh- no, he just⌠it was really late and he-he walked and rode the train with me back here.â Eddie replied. Ben, Beverly, Bill, and Mike all exchanged looks while he wasnât looking. âI uh- speaking of Richie though, what does he even do?â He asked, trying to be subtle. Keyword: trying.
Ben tried to hide a laugh, âBesides working at the shop he does some comedy, I thought we told you already?â
âYeah, yeah, uh anyway, does he even have shows?â
Deciding that he didnât want this conversation to last too long since Eddie would never bring up what he really wants to say, âHeâs got a show tomorrow n-night, I think,â Bill says looking at Ben and Beverly, âThink we can watch it?â
âTotally, its at a bar not too far from here,â Ben smiles.
âYeah, sure, why not,â Eddie says quickly, thankful that his friends âdidnâtâ notice how much he wanted to go.
~~~
Eddie was alone on Sunday morning, tired after the concert the night before, âdespite not being there for half of itâand he woke up at around 10. His four other momentary housemates were out for the day on whatever they were planning on doing on a Sunday morning in Los Angeles âhe wondered what there is to do. Which made Eddie feel painfully single, but also made him feel a little better. An abnormal creek came from downstairs he shut the door to his bedroom, âI mustâve just imagined it, I need coffee.â
A loud crash sound rang inside the house and followed Eddie to the first floor. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed the first thing he could find, and rushed toward the direction of the sound, prepared to hit. âHoly fuck, please no!â Richie shouted, hands above his head, dropping the coat rack he was trying to put straight back up. Eddie dropped the pan in his hands and sighed, relieved. âWhat the fuck is this? Tangled?â Richie laughed, breathlessly.
âAsshole. I thought there was some, I donât know, a psychopathic- killer- clown that broke into the house out to kill me.â
âI- Iâm not even gonna fucking ask.â
Eddie sighs and rolls his eyes, âwhy are you here anyway?â
âJust picking up something, what are you doing here?â Richie asked, âwell shit. Now I look like an idiot.â
âTold you. Iâm staying here.â Eddie answered returning the pan to the kitchen.
âUh, right,â Richie awkwardly said, wanting to fill the silence. As much as he wanted to ask, âare you coming to my show tonight?â He didnât and instead, âso, howâs your mom doing? She okay after last night?â
âEw. Thatâs disgusting,â Eddie said his face scrunching up, âI, uh, Iâm going.â
As if he read Richieâs mind he clarified, âIâm going to your show.â
âNeat.â Richie smiled widely, âuh no. Not neat. No! Not that is itâs ânot neatâ for you to come to my show, I mean not neat. Like, not the word âneatâ. Jeez. Uhââ
âYeah, neat.â Eddie laughed, âwerenât you going to get something?â He knew he was winning this.
âOh right, uh,â The man in glasses began to walk towards the library âit wasnât actually a library just an extra room Ben and Beverly filled with books and music things (Eddie honestly didn't know what they were). Again, their house is fucking like a mansionâ and Richie came out with vinyl in his hands, âthey borrowed it,â He said shaking it.
âHave you heard it before?â
âI donât think so,â Eddie says walking closer.
âLets go then,â Richie smirks going back into the room, putting in the vinyl. âSittin' in the kitchen, a house in Maconâ rang the player, âLoretta's singing on the radioâ
"Smell of coffee, eggs, and baconâ Richie sung.
âWhat is that?â Eddie asked.
ââCar Wheels On A Gravel Roadâ, Lucinda Williams,â Richie replied just as the same line played.
âWhat kind of song even is that? Its all guitar but not-â
âFirst, its country and rock. Alt-Country. Second, not all songs with guitars have to sound like âThe Carpal Tunnel Of Loveâ or something,â
âI donât even wanna what that is,â Eddie rolled his eyes, looking at the player âhe didnât actually know what it was called.
âYou live under a rock. Not even a single rockâ you-you live in a fucking cave.â
âHalf the people I know donât know what that is.â But Richie was already picking up a new vinyl â âis that a fucking sheep?â Eddie wondered once he saw the cover.
Richie set the ââwhat the fuck is thatâ Eddie thoughtâ on a place over the vinyl. âWe take sour sips from life's lush lipsâ Richie sung, smiling at Eddie.
âIts so loud. What the fuck is that?â Richie just kept on singing.
âWhoa-oh, we're so miserable and stunning,â Richie sang. As, much as Eddie didnât want to admit it, he sounded amazing.
âThis is so loud. Iâm not doing this,â Eddie said walking out of the room. The song being loud was the reason, he promised. It wasnât because he knew he would lose it if he kept going, it was just loud.
âHey, what? Eddie, wait!â Richie said stopping the music and tripping over himself to get to the door. âHave you been walking through life with earplugs on? Jeez,â Richie checked his watch, âshit, Iâm gonna head back to the store. Iâll see you tonight?â
Eddie thought his heart stopped for a moment, and then he remembered he was going to Richieâs show. Nothing more. Because it shouldnât be anything more. âYeah,â Eddie said, watching as Richie walked out the door.
~~~
Eddie was alone in his room Sunday night, (or Monday morning? He couldnât tell) tired of laughing, tired of being so far away from Richie. His set was amazing (not that Eddie would tell him that.) So maybe he was feeling something. Maybe he was feeling a lot. That doesnât mean he must fall into Richie's arms. Or should fall into his arms âhe thinks that Richie definitely can his hands and shoulders and just his arms are so big. He knows he shouldnât fall in love again. The last time didnât do well for him, and he had known her for years before they even started dating. And much longer before they got married. He shouldnât be feeling this. But what if he was?
What If Richie Tozier Wasnât?
As he walked out of the door from the Marshâs house, he headed for the trains once again. Something in his head was pulling him away, not wanting him to continue the project, but what if its whatâs good for him? What if Eddie didnât like him the same way? This might continue to be like Connor. I mean, they saw each other in the store and started talking after ditching a concert? Is that how love was supposed to go? How is love supposed to go? On the other hand, Ben and Bev seem to like him. He trusts Ben and Bev. He trusts Eddie. But what if Eddie shouldnât be trusted? This was something all too fragile.
Richie walked into the train, looking down on the vinyl he played Eddie. He took out the Sharpie from his pocket prepared to write on âCar Wheels On A Gravel Roadâ but then his phone let out a âpingâ He opened his phone to a group chat with Stan, Patty, Ben, and Bev called: âThe Four Hets Who Help With The Vinyl Project Thingâ âRichie was also surprised that it fits there.
Patty: Good luck on your date today!!! Stan: Yeah, have fun, rich. Ben: Tell us everything once its done :) Ben: By the way, Stan and Patty, weâre almost there. Stan: See you guys. Bev: Thats great and I absolutely love that for you. But I thought you were with [redacted] [Bev Deleted a Message.]
Richie didnât catch what Beverly had written, but if it was deleted it probably wasnât important. Richie opened the mail app on his phone to see the email that got him this date again. He had gotten it the day after he left Hot Fuss on the train, and he, Patty, and Stan had eaten out that night.
Subject: I found your vinyl From: Adam Wilson <@AdAmWIlsOn> To: Richie Toz <@Remembering_Records>Â
 âHey, Richie. My nameâs Adam. I found the Hot Fuss album you left on the train a few weeks ago. I used to love listening to The Killers but work took so much of my time that I didnât get to listen to them much anymore, but when I listened to your album, I felt like I finally relaxed, you know? I absolutely love Mr. Brightside but Somebody Told Me is still running through my head (Smile Like You Mean it doesnât even need to be said. Its perfect. Oh man but then thereâs also All These Things That Iâve Done. The Killers are just perfect.)
I should probably tell you somethings about me. Iâm a doctor. I moved here from Manchester, UK, around a week ago to start a new job. I also volunteer at animal shelters in my spare time.
If I donât sound like a serial killer and youâre interested, I really would love a date.
P.S. Mr. Brightside or Miss Atomic Bomb?
Richie had replied to him simply and fairly quickly (he chose Mr. Brightside.) He was heading there now, over to a restaurant downtown. He looked back down at the vinyl in his hands, just as he remembered Eddie smile and laugh awkwardly when he didnât know what was going on. There was something about Eddie. Richie had no clue what it was, or what it made him feel, but there was definitely something there. Heâs never felt this way before. Not with his friends, not with his hookups, not with Connor. It isnât that he didnât like it. He just had to be careful with it.
On second thought, maybe he shouldnât leave them in the subway. He has time to bring them home first, right?
~~~
Richie walked into the restaurant, almost an hour late. By the time he had gotten home, he and Adam were already supposed to be meeting up, since the train he was previously on was going in the opposite direction. He then decided that riding his car would be faster than taking the trains, but the traffic was unbearable. He had taken a few wrong turns heading to the restaurant, too. Not that he didnât know the place, there was a concert a few streets away that blocked some of the streets. So, exactly 53 minutes and 20 seconds late for his date, he stood there. As expected, Adam wasnât there anymore.
Richie walked into the backseat of his car, kicking the chair in front of him. Of course, he messed up his first date in years. Fucking years. The one guy was interested in him, now gone, because he- what was he even doing? If he just dropped the two pieces of vinyl, he couldâve gotten this date and wouldâve had two or more possible other ones. He wouldnât blame Eddie for this failed date. He couldnât. That was all on him.
At least he picked a restaurant close to the bar he was doing his show at. Richie wiped at his tears and climbed into the front of the car. Driving down a few streets, he walked up to the âGolden Rookieâ sign at the front of his favourite bar. Taking a deep breath, and willing himself not to puke, he jogged backstage to see Riley rolling her eyes at him.
âFailed date,â Richie smiled jogging on to the stage.
âHello and goodnight, everybody!â he began, earning applause from a few of the regulars. "So, I checked Twitter this morning and..." he began slightly walking around the stage. He scanned the room, and there, far at the back was Eddie Kaspbrak, slightly smiling at the stage. Eddie was still in his work clothes, a suit and tie. His grin somehow both left and widened the moment they caught eyes.
When Richie got home that night, he thought that his set was the best one heâs done in a while. He wondered why.
Richie Tozier And Eddie Kaspbrak Have Breakfast Eddie wondered what that sound was. It was loud, he didnât think it was loud for anyone else. It sounded- it sounded like if a pebble hit glass without breaking it. Weird. Eddie looked around the room, the continuous clattering waking him up. âWhat the fuck is that?â He muttered, walking over to the window. Richie Tozier was standing outside his window, waving at him like a maniac. âWhat the fuck are you doing here? Its the middle of the night, Richie!â Eddie whispered loudly (he wondered how that worked) once he opened his window.
âIts actually Tuesday morning,â Richie smiled, âCâ mere!â
Eddie rolled his eyes, âgo to the front fucking door.â
He changed clothes quickly, trying not to look like he fixed up before seeing Richie. What was he doing? Its the middle of the- its Monday morning, and he's going to go with a stranger to who knows where. He's probably going insane. This was probably a dream, why would this happen if he were awake? Though, a part of him wished it wasn't a dream.
Down the stairs and out the door on to the porch, âWhat the fuck Richie? Its,â he looked at his phone, âits five in the morning.â He saw a guitar around Richieâs shoulders, (huge shoulders) deciding not to ask.
Richie hummed in agreement. âYeah, weâre getting breakfast,â Richie said as he locks fingers with Eddie.
âIts five in the morning,â Eddie repeated.
âWeâre getting breakfast.â
âAt⌠five in the fucking morning?â
âYup. Thereâs a nice diner somewhere here, we can walk.â
âI hope you know I think youâre crazy. The sun isnât even up.â Richie just nodded.
The two walked to the diner together in silence. Eddie wasnât uncomfortable, just, surprised. There was a âcomfortableâ silence between the two, Eddie never really had that before. He was always used to the controlling words, and reminders and the arguing with Myra. He didnât see his friends much because of work, so when they would meet up, there was never silence. And now thereâs Richie, who he barely knows anything about, holding his hand at a time too early, as they walk towards a diner in a city Eddie doesnât even live in. âIts niceâ he thinks, as they walk into the diner. It surprises Eddie, how much it looks like the diners in movies. But everything (and everyone- some more than others) in Los Angeles surprise him. âMost things surprise meâ, he guesses, âI donât go out much.â But he knew better than that.
The two took their orders hands still intertwined under the table. âWhy are we here?â Eddie asked, now sitting across from Richie.
âAsk that again in,â Richie looked down at his watch, âIn 32 minutes, and 19 seconds.â
âThats weird, but you arenât going to tell me anything about that until then.â
âRight. So, lets talk about something else. Howâd you like my show?â
âYou like your praise. Its not that bad.â
âJust ânot that badâ?â
âYup, just ânot that bad.ââ
âI had a clear view of you from the stage. I didnât know you could smile, Eds.â
âDonât call me âEds.â Not my name.â
âWhatever you say, Spaghetti,â Richie said as Eddie rolled his eyes, âDo you have work today?â
âActually, no. Bill and Mike are doing all I need today since I covered them a few days ago. Why?â
âMind if I borrowed you for the rest of the day?â Richie smirked. (Eddie wanted to hate that smirk, he really did, he just couldnât.)
âYes. I do mind. I need a break.â
âExactly, Iâm giving you the worldâs best break.â
Eddie sighed, âPlease donât. Iâm scared.â
âCome on, I know you missed me.â
âI didnât. I really didnât.â He did. âYou know what, whatever. Just- why am I here?â
âLook out the window,â Richie nodded.
âLook out the- what?â Eddie said, confused. He turned his head and, "Woah."
Eddie saw, through the trees and the buildings on the horizon, a soft sunrise. Whoever painted the sky in the early mornings, Eddie praised them. âIts pretty, right?â
âYeah,â Eddie stuttered, looking over at Richie, who was grinning widely.
âYou should see the sunset after it rains. Its beautiful,â Richie held back, âkinda like you���.
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Blog 1: The wrong side of twenty: Flirt Culture.
I was just reminiscing about the film, The House Bunny, the other day. Have you seen it? Do you remember the scene where Shelley is trying to teach the other girls how to flirt? âYour biceps are huge, kiss me.â and then he would kiss me.â
Biceps Laughs aside, if only it were that simple.
Letâs talk about flirt culture. What is it? Who knows how to successfully take part? Â Who knows what to say, what to do, is anyone naturally that smooth? or is it something that youâre born with? Hell, maybe its Maybeline.
These are the questions I want answered... along with why,The house Bunny didn't take more at the box office. Seriously guys, that movie is hilarious.
As I may or may not have mentioned, I myself find it 100x more difficult to navigate my way around the dating scene, as a result of having a same sex attraction to men. Seriously, being gay is like a piece of paper. Fold it in half and one half is the gay community, fold that half in half and the new half is now the gay community in your city. Fold that half in half and that represents guys around your age with similar interests and hobbies, fold that half in half and that represents the guys around your age with similar interests and hobbies that you actually like, and that could potentially like you back. Do you catch my drift?
Itâs a jungle out there, or a really really small piece of paper.
Sorry. Im introducing too many examples and common phrases. Point is, its no walk in the park...I'm doing it again.
So what can be done? Well for years I haven't done anything. Ive just gone through life wondering whether or not the guy I served at work that gave me the serious side eye was actually interested, or was just really happy with my customer service the $15 leather protecter he just bought for his shoes.
Surely though, there must be foreseeable signs.
So at this current moment in time Iâm the only one that is allowed to do the banking at my work. This is not because Iâm the manager, but actually because of this tall dark and handsome bank assistant that greets me every time I walk in to make a deposit.
Now, at first I thought he was just doing his job, smiling politely and handing me my ticket, but one day I came in and he already had my ticket ready, and with a sizable smile, casually mentioned, âIâve memorised you.â
Memorised me? I didn't realise I was memorisable. Is that a good thing or is that more of a âoh this guy, its that time of day again that this stupid little dweep does his banking.â
Its really hard to tell, guys.
Me, being ever so gracious and charming, offered but a casual smile and took the ticket with a âso you have. Thank youâ and took a seat. I wish I could have thought of something witty to say but honestly coffee only gets me so far in one day, and it was already around 2pm.
But wait theres more. Another time I went in, and he told me to come back because the cue was really long. How sweet, right? Maybe he just hoped Iâd take the hint and use a different bank...
On my return, I took a seat and noticed he was dealing with these difficult foreign customers who were making a grandeo fuss about bank account security, like its such a drag to have to keep your money, your money. I mean, I would totally get the inconvenience, if I actually had any of my own, but I digress. Mr TDH, (I've abbreviated tall dark and handsome because I don't want to have to keep typing it, I hope thatâs okay with you) was assisting them and he looked over on occasion, shooting me a âthese custyâs are really making me feel uncomfortableâ kind of look, which was quite adorable if Iâm being honest. I shot him a knowing smirk, and then it happened. He asked me what my number was. No, not my actual digits, silly.
Unfortunately, he was talking about my ticket number. I told him with that same smile, before he turned back to dealing with his irksome customers.
I didn't know what to make of this. On the one hand I was like, that was random, why would he need to know that? Heâs not at the tellers and he is with customers, but then I was like, Â maybe it was an attempt to make conversation with me. Mr TDH didn't ask the woman that walked in after me what her number was, no sir!
Thatâs the thing though, was it flirting, or was it just filling in a moment while his customers lulled something over amongst themselves? God knows. I could sit here all night mulling it over and still be totally unsure. Men need manuals.
I haven't encountered Mr TDH again since, mostly on account of the recent easter break, and im guessing different working schedules, but Iâm really not sure what my next move should be, if anything. This is what I don't understand. I always hear of people getting phone numbers left by customers in cafes, bars, restaurants, or just by people on the street, (even if they are weirdos),hell, a girl I used to work with got asked out on the damn shop floor! Iâm reaching for the âthis is bullshitâ key as I write this but realise itâs actually strangely absent from my keyboard.
Come on, apple.
Point is, why the fack (yes I said fack) is this happening in real life to people, and not even just to people in general, people I know, which makes it even more insulting. I can honestly say I have never once received a number from a customer that didn't want me to call them for anything other than for letting them know their goods have arrived in store safely. Nor have I ever had anyone (weirdos included) hit on me on the street, although I did have a homeless woman serenade me with Blank space by Taylor Swift one time, but thats a whole new discussion and I think she just wanted all that money I don't have that I touched on earlier.
Where do these people live? These forward asking people out people people? Are they real everyday people, or do they have their own agenda? What possesses an everyday person in an everyday situation to take it that step further with someone they are having an interaction with? Especially when there is a real chance it could all go so terribly south. Iâm of the belief these people are all some kind of super beings that have somehow evolved passed the care factor of rejection, not even if its weird... and here I am having to turn the tv off when something socially awkward happens to a fictional character in a tv show. Maybe Iâm the one with the real problem. Maybe they can sense it, and thatâs why they don't bother with me. Iâm on some secret blacklist or something. That has to be it, right? Iâll take your silence as a sign of agreement.
I do realise Ive gotten a bit silly. But seriously, I understand that people read cues, and are able to act on those cues, Iâve just always found I've been really unaware of them, and maybe this is why I haven't picked up on the rare occasion this might have happened to me. I mean, short of asking me out point blank, I think someone would have to slap me in the face with the D palm of their hand to snap me out of it and realise what was going on.
Regardless, I venture on.
I donât know about you, but all this dating and flirting talk is all just too hairy for me to navigate most of the time. I may not have a date lined up for this evening, or any cute guys flirting with me on the daily, but I do have my $3 7/11 latte in one hand, and my phone in the other, scrolling through meme upon meme on my way to work every morning. So I ask myself, whose the real loser here?
Besides, I own, The House Bunny, on DVD.
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