I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna let her out!
Sick of being the last one to email or the first one to follow up to an unanswered message. Sick of having dates who have shown a lot of interest then ignore me. Sick of family members commenting on my weight or co-workers commenting on my obvious differences from them (I didn't grow up around here).
How do YOU honor and cherish YOUR inner diva? How do you nourish her? How long is her leash? Have you perfected the art of letting her flex her strength while not being so rude that she makes you into the bad guy?
Next time I get a booty call, I'm not even going to bother replying. If he follows up, I.D. will simply say, "Oh, that? I thought you were joking."
I'm gonna need some bigger damn pearls.
Sick of being the last one to email or the first one to follow up to an unanswered message. Sick of having dates who have shown a lot of interest then ignore me. Sick of family members commenting on my weight or co-workers commenting on my obvious differences from them (I didn't grow up around here).
How do YOU honor and cherish YOUR inner diva? How do you nourish her? How long is her leash? Have you perfected the art of letting her flex her strength while not being so rude that she makes you into the bad guy?
Next time I get a booty call, I'm not even going to bother replying. If he follows up, I.D. will simply say, "Oh, that? I thought you were joking."
I'm gonna need some bigger damn pearls.