"like this evening. A invited me out to this weekly event that happens at the prestigious school that is mcgill. mcgill law school, though. so i went to a mcgill law school, "coffeehouse" which is a weekly thing for students feat. free beer, and gives those hard working folks a reason to blow off that sexual steam academic settings inevitably trigger (no? is that just me?). and i'm standing there, and the first thing a comments on is how thin i am. (thanks!) and she's standing there in the midst of a conversation with two girls, one shorter, french-haired girl who kept taking every opportunity to turn the conversation around, so that it would be about her. she kept whining about her recent loss from business class, to economy class, while the the taller, angelina lipped girl smiled and nodded politely. this second girl was tall and lanky, and while that is noted as awkward in this fake, structural place, we call reality - her figure and face could easily land her a million dollar gig as a runway model. i didn't know how to tell her this, seeing as how we had just meant, but i'm fairly certain my doe-eyed stares made her uncomfortable. she thinks i'm a lesbian, is what i'm trying to say. i get that a lot. and somehow, "no, you don't get it, i just REALLY love aesthetics" never comes across as believable as i hoped it would be."
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