Ugh: A Story About Immature Dudes

Let me set the scene, readers. It was a Saturday night. I was in red heels and a (fake) leather jacket, pushing dollar after dollar into the skee-ball machine (like the three of you are surprised by this, HA), and enjoying  tolerating a Bud Light, when he came up and talked to me. We'll call … Continue reading Ugh: A Story About Immature Dudes