I was in quasi-costume at a friend's birthday bar crawl last Friday. I was wearing bright colors, knee-high socks, a huge furry winter hat and a little happy birthday tiara on the tippy top. I got hit on... so... much.
I think guys hit on me because I was doing and wearing whatever the fuck I wanted and I was having a fucking great time. I was gorgeous and adorable and laughing and stuck out like a sore thumb and the stupid hat and the stupid birthday tiara made it SO easy for a guy to say a little something just for me.
Somehow I'm going to make it easier for guys to talk to me even when I'm not dressed like a 4 year old.
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