i was in middle school and went to olive garden with my parents. the waiter had one of those voices that…you know, that men in the gay community normally have.
and so they had this soup on the menu i wanted called pasta fagioli that i wasn’t sure how to pronounce and also i had social anxiety
and it didn’t go well
in your defense that sounds awesome. the people who gave you shit for dressing creatively are the cringe
Hell yeah. No harm in being proud of yourself!