Like why some apartments allow no tenants with pets. Living in an apartment building, some tenants around me absolutely fucking suck with owning pets. Allowing them to bark, wrestle and play loudly, letting them take dumps everywhere and not picking it up. People actually running with their pets with no leashes when leashes are required.
Yeah I side more with apartment offices that have balls to say no pets. Nobody wants the noise.
I thought the worst part of dating was getting my heart broken, but what I remember best are the girls I let down.
Being an ostensibly-male-ish high schooler with a bad grasp of English and good looks had gotten me so much attention.
And every goddamn one of them was disappointed that I was ace and sex-repulsed and didn’t have the vocabulary to express it at the time. They thought I was spurning their advances deliberately!
(Of course, looking back, I bet that none of them actually wanted to be with an incredibly lesbian trans woman. (And yet, somehow, I married an ace trans woman of my own, shit’s nice.) I’m trying to work on not feeling bad that I disappointed those women, and that they found better matches of their own.)
Pardon my ignorance, but “ace”?
Asexual.
A contracted version of “asexual,” those who do not feel sexual attraction.