Surely I don't look like a man. At least, I hope I don't. My hair is long, my figure is womanly enough. Enough for guys to ask me out on dates. So, I must look like a girl, right? But even so, I've had girls ask if I was a lesbian. But no, I'm not.
Do I give off this aura that says Hello, I like boobs?
God, I never had a problem before though. I always just replied with a simple no and theyd go on their merry way. I have nothing against being gay . . . Its just Im not.
Well, I wish she'd take the hint. . .
Me and her, were both opposites. Her, being the girliest girl imaginable and me? Well, Im a girl, but doesnt mean I giggle and twirl my hair when I talk to guys.
Maybe that was the problem. The lack of effort I put into being a girl. I just didnt see the point about drooling over the opposite sex who only wanted to get into my pants.
But her, I think shes worse than any other guy. Always grabbing my arm as we walk to class.