TBT: The Painfully Embarrassing Thing That Happened To Me On A Date
The worst thing that ever happened to me, EVER.
The worst thing that ever happened to me, EVER.
You might want to invite your next date over for an “L Word” and Chill session.
You deserve to get all dolled up for you—and only you.
No good deed goes unpunished.
Am I anxious for all the Pride parties I have to attend and pass out magazines to smokin’ hot lesbians? UM, YEAH. But I have a game plan.
Pro tip: Contain your drunkness.
I’m having anxiety about having anxiety.