Tomboy personality dating
Luckily for me, there are many girls and boys of the free world who are faced with a similar dilemma.I share a special kinship with my tribe of glamorous tomboys because there are certain struggles to our fabulous existence that only WE understand: I can't tell you how many times I've left new friends with jaws dropped in shock after learning about the frequency in which I attend the dirtiest of dive bars.
If I were to get hit by a bus tomorrow, I would rather die in a beautiful tulle skirt and cat-eye liquid liner than in basic jeans and a tee shirt.First of all, most of us work in a creative field that hardly pays enough to make rent. Yet everyone treats us as if we're these high-end, lavish ladies who lunch, when really we're counting our change and dutifully attending the budget-friendly house party like everyone else in their 20s. As if all that exists in your pretty head is nothing but daydreams of donning decadent designer duds and coordinating your nail polish to your lipstick.People are constantly freaked out when they hear words flow out of my mouth that don't pertain to fashion.I love sick, twisted, overtly sexual humor and can rough it better than any denim-pants-rocking girl I know. After all, dressing the part would make life a hell of a lot easier.Upon first meeting me and taking in the dizzying display of extra large sunglasses and waist-length hair, it's only natural that most people would draw humorously false assumptions about me. I can almost hear your irritated voice exclaim, “Well why doesn't this delusional chick dress more concurrent with her personality?! Every time I do submit to societal pressures, wear one of my two pairs of jeans and trade in the platforms for flats, I most definitely am treated more along the lines with how I .She identifies as a "mascara lesbian" and lives beyond her means on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
I'm tired of always hitting on girls, ask them out on a date to then hit my head against a wall after finding out they're actuallly straight.
How do I differentiate, without knowing the girl, an actually gay girl from a tomboy straight girl, one that basically dresses the same and has the same mannerisms than a gay tomboy girl.
How the hell am I supposed to know if nowadays they're basically the same.
The trouble is my personality is anything glamorous.
If my personality wore clothes, it would sport effortlessly ripped black denim jeans, a carelessly loose tee shirt and a pair of beat up converse.
As if style and personality must be one in the same.