People just assume I'm an extrovert because I crack jokes all the time. I must be the most entertaining person to hang out with. Oh, you have front row tickets to a strip club? Yeah, I'm not your girl. I realize that my regular readers are probably tilting their heads at the screen in confusion, much … Continue reading Tales from an introvert fangirl
I don’t like being called a cougar. I don’t know when it became such a dirty word. In recent years, I was even guilty of judging cougars myself, vehemently correcting people that I was a puma (ergo, under 40). I wasn’t fond of being a puma either, because pumas are just lesser cougars and my … Continue reading Don’t call me a cougar!