Mid 20's. LA via New York via LA. Work in Reality TV. Very Liberal. Loves include in no particular order, pop and world culture, fashion & design, animal rights, political discussions, travel, and food--especially cheese and sushi (but not together). I have a sidekick named Bruley. He’s a French Bulldog & he’s the coolest.
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Wait, are you upset with me? Yes, I slept with him. No, we’re not dating. Well, because I wanted to, and from all indications, I thought you were definitely on board.” While this sounds like one side of a difficult discussion with a pushy girlfriend, it was actually the internal dialog I used to have with my vagina. Apparently she wanted me to have one serious boyfriend. Quaint, but not my plan. As 31-year-olds entering our sexual prime, the vagina and I both wanted sex in the city, but how did I end up a Samantha with a vagina who was acting like a total Charlotte?
Girl Talk: My Angry Vagina - The Frisky
Ah lady problems! Sigh.
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