this is what feminism should be for: next time, ask him out before this happens. for now you’ll have to go searching for a golden retriever house
I can’t just start walking my dog around where I think he lives! Thats so weird…. Man. I’ll probably never see him again, and if I do I don’t have the lady balls to ask him out. eep. I feel like a dummy.
He asked me if I was in a band. Told me he thought I looked like a really badass lead singer. And I did. not. ask. him. out. Sigh