You're sitting in a bar when suddenly you see her. A burly butch with a fade haircut and a piercing. The most beautiful woman who ever lived. She notices you and approaches. Your heart rate picks up. She sits on the stool next to yours. You lock eyes and you know she is the one.
That's when her embarrassment kicks in and, tomato-red, she covers her face and runs off.
That girl was Jennifer Hahn, a woman who sucks at talking to other women.
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