I might have had better luck convincing them I was a a very lost and confused lesbian. I was bottoming out after talking to guy after guy for .
My voice was so hoarse that it was one broken leg away from a glue factory, and my personality had a heavy case of whiskey d**k.
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Some of the men were veterans of speed dating, and from the sound of it, they had not lost hope.
They went into this round with just as much enthusiasm and vigor as they'd done the first time -- even if they were wearing T-shirts.
"No one here believes I'm a top," I thought to myself while taking the first sip of my second overpriced beer. " he yelled, throwing them to one side of the proverbial gymnasium. I was surprised to see that of the 30-ish men there, only three (including me) were dressed up.
I was less than halfway through a night of gay speed dating for "bottoms" and "tops" and had already been asked three times if I was in the right group. You're gayer than Judy Garland's Christmas ornaments. " I eventually "lost" my name tag at some point in the night. Far too many of the men, who were essentially about to go on at least 15 first dates, were wearing T-shirts and tank tops.
The human race must have really pissed off a love god from some pantheon to be punished with the literal hell that is OKStupid.
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