I'm haven't come out of the closet. And I find it difficult to get any action with any girl whatsoever. Hence, I have paid three men to make love to me. I regret it, but they are so professional I feel like getting an escort every week!
The annoying moment when you see a FLAWLESS guy on campus over and over again and you know that nothing will ever happen because he's definetly not gay or even bi and you just can't stop staring at him because he is fucking perfect in every sense.
On Monday if anyone asks me what I did this weekend I'll probably say 'nothing' because saying I did homework while drinking a bottle of wine and listening to Bon Iver alone is kind of sad
I've never even been on a date let alone had sex, but whenever I hang out with people who start talking about their sex lives I say vague statements of agreement and pretend I'm not a loser virgin