i call mr. masculivoid arrogant for saying, "what's up, guy, send me a pic," instead of asking to trade.
he tells me i have to lose my attitude.
"what kind of movies do you like," a delusioned masculivoid asks.
"movies i've already seen," i reply, only half-jokingly.
"like what," he asks.
"uh, the betty broderick story"
"bye," he says.
i guess q'd have loved me just the way i was if i watched the pop flick
a thirty-five year old man has the word "boy" in his screenname