His Type Is Robot, I Fear
Words of the Week: My love life is experiencing technical difficulties
I’m just a girl! Girl dinner. Girl math. Girl hobbies. Girl, girl, girl. But, girl, does HE even enjoy girls? And, no, not like that. But sometimes, I wonder if his type is even girl, and I fear his type is robot — the vision of “girl” that has been coded into his brain. But, I seem to have some bugs in my system, and I’m okay with that because I’m not a robot and I’m not JUST a girl — I’m a flawed woman. I don’t want to fit the mold. Sometimes I go haywire, but that’s the beauty of it all.
Happy Valentine’s/Independence Day!
Xoxo,
Heidi
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