So I finally moved. Jack's penchant for riffling through my box of lacy stuff got to me, it's just too creepy. I kept finding the nicest bras missing, and I suspect that he also "borrowed" some of my skirts. New room mate is a middle-aged woman who sleeps all the time. Normal, I think.
Reminder to self: don't live with perverts. Just date 'em.
Saw my first San Francisco woodie this month. It was like this: I was cutting across the park when a man jumped out holding his coat open. I thought that only happened in movies. When he got a good look at me, he said "oh I'm sorry, I thought you were a boy".
Reminder to self: wear skirts more, and carry the big handbag, so I can clobber people.
Applied for a real job, won't know till October.
Went out with two guys. The first one told me he's having foreskin restoration done next year. I so did not need to know that. The second one kept talking about his brother's ex. But it sounded like it was really his own.
Reminder to self: avoid guys with issues. I have more than enough for my own life, and if I need any extra I can just borrow them from family.
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I do not borrow underwear of any kind. I prefer to admire it from anear.
---Grant Exceptionally Perverted
... Exceptionally Perverted
Yes, yes you are.
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