'I'm like a gay man trapped inside a woman's body.'
Don't get me wrong, I love a freakum-dress-wearing, binge-drinking, big-hair-don't-care wild child as much as the next guy, but there's something a little scary about a woman who thinks of herself as the gay equivalent of catnip.ģ. The girls who say this sort of thing are usually hot messes. You know that stereotype about gay men having impossibly high standards? It's not completely wrong. And let's be real, your friend is probably not actually that cute. You literally know nothing about me except that I'm gay. And if you really want to be friends, I would appreciate it if you never said any of the following:ġ. But even if I'm a little stereotypical, I'm not just a stereotype churned out of the factory of Sex and the City's tokenism. I know you're just trying to connect with me.
