Maybe it's just because "my world" is filled with size-0 bottle blondes who would rather buy a dress than groceries, but whenever I talk to any of my girls at work about the dates I go on or the kinds of places I hang out, they always look at me like I'm a creature from outer space.
Example
Associate: "So... if he's 16... what's he going to get you [for VDay]? Flowers? Diamonds? A purse? Since he obviously can't take you anywhere..."
Me: "We're going to go see Rambo, and then chill at this garden that has all this really cool, savage Christian art."
Associate: "... Oh. Britannia, you're so crazy sometimes *quick laugh*"
Anybody relate? :blink:
Example
Associate: "So... if he's 16... what's he going to get you [for VDay]? Flowers? Diamonds? A purse? Since he obviously can't take you anywhere..."
Me: "We're going to go see Rambo, and then chill at this garden that has all this really cool, savage Christian art."
Associate: "... Oh. Britannia, you're so crazy sometimes *quick laugh*"
Anybody relate? :blink:
