I've gotta say, for me, not much.
I think I could count the number of true life FAs I've encountered on one hand and have enough left over to flash the peace sign...
My dentist has no armless chairs in his waiting room. I never did work up the nerve to tell him he needed to get an armless one. When I'm here I'm all "Fat Rights!!!" but when faced with something concrete I could do I chickened out.
When I'm here or in chat, flirting with a guy, I feel pretty damn sexy. I'm witty, sassy, at ease. In real life, without that overt acceptance you get from FAs...I don't flirt. I don't do it so I can avoid derision or having a guy look at me like I have two heads, or worst of all, look like that tactless fat girl who chases anything in pants no matter if it's painfully obvious to everyone else that the guy is mortified.
Anyway, It just occurred to me the other day that I have kind of a double life going here...Dimensions vs. the real world. So, tell me...how do they compare for you?
I think I could count the number of true life FAs I've encountered on one hand and have enough left over to flash the peace sign...
My dentist has no armless chairs in his waiting room. I never did work up the nerve to tell him he needed to get an armless one. When I'm here I'm all "Fat Rights!!!" but when faced with something concrete I could do I chickened out.
When I'm here or in chat, flirting with a guy, I feel pretty damn sexy. I'm witty, sassy, at ease. In real life, without that overt acceptance you get from FAs...I don't flirt. I don't do it so I can avoid derision or having a guy look at me like I have two heads, or worst of all, look like that tactless fat girl who chases anything in pants no matter if it's painfully obvious to everyone else that the guy is mortified.
Anyway, It just occurred to me the other day that I have kind of a double life going here...Dimensions vs. the real world. So, tell me...how do they compare for you?
