My name is Ainsley. I am a small but powerful magnet.
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When staying at a guy’s house, what’s the proper protocol for asking if you can borrow some of his super fancy hair styling products?
Are you supposed to just act like they don’t exist because it’s emasculating to acknowledge them?
Or is it like that Virginia Woolf book where, like, if I ask, then he’ll wake up tomorrow with a vagina?
Or will he just go, “Lalalala, I can’t hear you, penis penis penis!”
Dating girls was so much easier. One pomade. One brush. One box of tampons under the sink and a single toilet seat position. Last night I fell so far into the bowl, I had flash backs to being shoved in a trash can in grade school and I think I got toilet water up my cooter. After I got back to bed I had nightmares that I gave birth to Scrubbing Bubbles.
