Happy Halloween! The Ugly Betty costume was a hit at work. People were mostly impressed with me wearing my real retainer from high school even though I couldn’t pull off braces. Note to friends—men seem to like orange tights.
I’m not at a bar with Bella Boy. We spoke briefly when I called the number he gave me from work. He was very whispery, annoyed that I would think he could locate downtown CS, and in a rush to get off the phone at work. This means I can hold onto brisk, purposeful movement and searching for someone to call me “Girl”, and who I can call Champ, Sport, or Chief. We’re not seductive here, just campy.
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