I'm sitting in an IHOP with a transguy who I've been texting on snapchat for a month or so after matching online.
I order a diet coke like any chronically underweight human does, and he orders a regular coke just like most sweet chubby boys do.
As we eat, I tell him that I already have in-person proof of him being a neurological male, and he asks me what I mean.
I point to our sodas and tell him that as a bi guy one of the most consistent differences between dating men and dating women is whether or not they b-word about my soda habit.
Most stories have a point and make sense, I guess OP wanted to try a new form of storytelling.
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Sounds like a brap rancher
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I think he's doing that thing urban weirdos do where they describe their options by euphemizing their flaws.
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They should consider euthanizing.
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