I’ve realised that when I feel metaphorically backed up against a wall by any kind of male person I tend to sit and squeak. I kind you not. Actual squeaks.
I think sit and tell myself to cut it out, because I’m being silly and lame. And silly.
I’ve realised that when I feel metaphorically backed up against a wall by any kind of male person I tend to sit and squeak. I kind you not. Actual squeaks.
I think sit and tell myself to cut it out, because I’m being silly and lame. And silly.