Relationships

I want a Sunday kind of love

I want a Sunday kind of love

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There is nothing more annoying than walking into a gay bar and having no one notice you the entire night. It’s like, I didn’t just spend an entire hour cleaning the pizza sauce off my face, the I-just-watched-TV-for-10-hours sweat off my body, and maneuver hair wax that’s supposed to stick into place on the first application (never happens) to not get noticed! The worst is when I wear a tight v-neck –which everybody knows is the equivalent of a girl’s see-through halter-top– and nothing!

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