Every time a straight girl tells me “I wish I was a lesbian,” I want to light myself on fire.
Picture it. Walk with me for a second.
You enter into your favorite local bar looking good as hell, but you know the only heads you want to turn — spicy & stylish alpha bitches — are heavily fixated on the D. The hot girl talks to you, but she only wants to be your best friend. Her nonthreatening and attentive…
