3.15: Must Be The Anti-Fish Spray





















I try to talk to the ladies everywhere- work, various places of transit, retail outlets. Obviously though, I seem to lack some sort of magical quality as every interaction ends with them going on with their day annoyed to a certain degree. At best I can hope for “reticent pity”, though it does sometimes reach the levels of “EWWW GROSS I GOTTA TEXT MY FRIENDS ABOUT THIS NASTY GUY WHO TALKED TO ME.”

I’ve got my coping substance though. It’s great!