“Good for you, but what does that have to do with the job?”
And by job I mean my penis.
My man. This is not the way.
Respond super excited, like when you meet someone who shares the same niche hobby than you: “I like girls too! So tell me, what have you found to be the best technic to eat pussy?”
A thespian you say? Why, I was in a production of Hamlet myself!
E tu, brute?
Thespians? Aren’t those illegal in 7 states?
Omg if they wear the clothes off the opposite gender
“Neat.”
What prompted that disclosure? Could she smell the horniness emanating from Anon? Did he, as he noticed she was a woman, give off a vibe like a starving cartoon wolf imagining the main character as comprised entirely of sausages?
“I, too, am a connoisseur of fine pussy.”
I respond by hoping I’m a girl in this scenario. Anon forgot to specify.
Look at the image
Anon also forgot to lead with “be me”…
“Hi, Lesbian, I’m anon.”
‘I know’
“me too”
Final answer
“Hell yeah I like chicks too!” go for a high five
And I’m married, so I’m kind of asexual (at work), so we’re ought to be friends!
It’s probably a way for her not to be flirted with. To protect herself. So I’d say something reassuring like that.
Anon must address her as “Lesbian” for now until eternity, considering that’s all she is.
In this case its a bit different but what i see is that everything is oversexualized but the effect of that is people are actually more lonely because every social interaction you have with anyone who could be a sexual partner automatically becomes strange.
Hi Lesbian, I’m Anon.
