Surely the worst thing about being the lone female among a gang of men is all the looks you get when you go out together. It mainly happens when you're drinking. You're dressed up and looking good, and you're all at the bar together buying drinks. The woman behind the bar who's serving you immediately presumes you're a girlfriend. Then she clocks that you're just hanging out with the boys. Then the sly glances begin, and the wave of suspicion that arises every time you're all out together. Sometimes you just want to climb on the bar with a megaphone and yell "No, I am not a slut. No, I am not sleeping with any of these men. YES, IT IS POSSIBLE FOR GUYS AND GIRLS TO BE FRIENDS AND NOT HAVE ANY COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP FEELINGS". Why can't we all just be friends and cease judging each other? You're not a slut. You've just adopted a substitute gang of brothers, and you wouldn't change for the world because, no matter what happens, you know they'd do anything for you.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
