Wanna hear a story: Here it go.
One day I was hungover and cooked breakfast for a small army. One or two people came into the kitchen to help, but their help, while very much appreciated, was the icing... My work was the cake.
Everyone ate and thanked me, but I quickly got resentful that no one volunteered to do the dishes. Instead of going clean off on everyone (which is unfortunately always my natural reaction), I very sweetly asked a male homie to do the dishes.
T: "Hey babe, do you mind doing the few dishes in the kitchen for me."
Homie: "I got you, babe"
^^^^^^ This. right here. was a major lesson for me. My first mind is always aggressive. It's never light and fluffy and I can't talk to men like that. I actually shouldn't talk to anyone like that, but I'm gonna start with men, ok. Baby steps.
Who's proud of me? Question of the day: What behavior change have you had to make to um... appeal more to the opposite sex.