Oh my god. OH MY GOD. I went out with Brad again last night. You know, my cute neighbor? It was a great evening until we got home and I invited him in for a nightcap. One thing led to another, and I had him in my bedroom soon enough. With my back to him, I slid my pants down to show him my new and improved tattoo, which he thought was awesome. But when I turned to face him, a look of shock and disappointment filled his face. "You...you have a vagina," he moaned. Well of course I do. It seems...this is so damn embarrassing and awful...it seems he was attracted to me because he thought I was a man who chose to dress as a woman. He said I was so masculine looking that the conclusion was obvious. Me, masculine looking?! I'm a little butch, and my breasts may be as small as grapes, but come on!
Now I'm just pissed off and sad. Gotta head to the office shortly for my regular Saturday shift, so I guess I'll take my pot with me and just smoke it there. I never smoke pot in the office on weekday shifts. (Well, never anymore.) Only on Saturdays. Then after work tonight I need to find a man who apreciates a fine woman like myself. Someone who can be attracted to my femininity. Gotta get my self-esteem back up. I am NOT a man. I have a vagina.
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