It just happens.
Last night I had lengthy conversations with two complete strangers at two different events at two different bars over two different cocktails.
Both men happened to be gay.
Both men apparently were in love with me and had to express giggly candor re: the breadth of my charms. And both got into discussions with me re: the roles/responsibilities of the modern fag hag.
Actually, the second gentleman stated that I wasn’t a fag hag. That I was a fruit fly. Apparently fag hags to his definition can’t get laid. And me… well…if I wanted to, I’m guessing it wouldn’t be *that* challenging.
Still. Yes.
A Korean woman of wit is back in fashion as the accessory of choice for the modern and hipster gay man.
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