I had a shitty day after someone wrote a Love The Way We Bitch about me. I was eating ice cream on a friend’s front step and you rode by and winked very dramatically at me. That was great. I was instantly shocked and brought back to a time where winking reminded me of cartoons and not of emoticons. I’m not even sure how you saw me because it was dark but you seemed kinda cool for a night time, winking rider. I mean, your shadowy face looked nice too. Thanks I guess. —Winking makes me wet.
This article appears in Aug 28 – Sep 3, 2014.
On the plus side side, he was riding a bicycle, thus striking a blow against automobilism. On the minus side, the wink was an obvious example of sexual harassment born of privileged cis-maleism.
You should have flashed your hamster-pits and hit him with a flower. >; )
‘winking makes me wet’ oh come on. I call bullshit on both sides of this so-called exchange.