For the second time in my young life, someone has mistaken me for a man. I am not talking about a brief backturned accident. In both incidents, I think the people who accosted my ego left our meeting still unsure of my gender.
This last time, the lady at Dunkin Donuts looked me in the eye and said, "Would you like a donut, sir?" Whether she was calling me fat and masculine, I will leave for you to decide.
But the thing is this--though I do have short hair, I don't think I appear masculine. What do you think, Readers? Those of you that have happened upon me, do you think me mannish?
Either way, AP, this dude, your wife, apparently needs to step it up in the ladieswear department. It's time for some dangerously high heels.
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Wait... you're not a dude? I thought that's why you got married in New England.
ReplyDeleteOUR WHOLE FRIENDSHIP IS A SHAM.
ReplyDeleteYou little assholes.
ReplyDeletedangerously high heels won't help.. they're looking at your face not your feet. I'm thinking plastic surgery.
ReplyDeleteoh go suck an egg.
ReplyDeletehigh heels will only make them think you're a drag queen and make you freakishly tall, not anymore ladylike.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to beat you to a pulp with my burly muscles.
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