Once upon a time, I was on a girls trip in LA, with my friend, Kathleen. We were hanging out with her cousin, an actor, (cuz obviously,) and I told him this story; and he was adamant that we turn it into a romcom. It must've been a lot funnier in the telling, because it just seems sad written down here. But he assured me that in Hollywood- all it takes is one great, original idea! So, as promised, it's the post explaining my dry spell during college. Here's the parade of gay guys I "dated," (or just crushed upon) and the tragic tale of how they destroyed my self-esteem bit by bit (ouch.) However- if this screenplay DOES ever get made- I want to state for the record that I choose Awkwafina to play me.
