Recently, I had to write an essay in my sexuality studies class about a cultural artifact that somehow pertained to sexuality-related manners. I chose “A Scandal in Belgravia” because, come on… My favorite show just so happens to include a lesbian dominatrix that falls in love with a man? It was practically begging for me to choose it for my assignment.
Anyway, I just got the paper back yesterday, and among my teacher’s comments was this:
Earlier today I was in the library and this really cute guy walked by and said he liked my shirt. I got super excited because it was my Sherlock one, but we were on the quiet floor so I couldn’t really strike up a conversation with him. (He had to whisper really quick just to give me the compliment.)
THERE IS A CUTE GUY WHO GOES TO MY SCHOOL AND WATCHES SHERLOCK AND I DIDN’T EVEN GET HIS NAME OR ANYTHING. THIS WAS SUCH A FUCKING WASTED OPPORTUNITY. I COULD HAVE USED ONE OF MY PICK-UP LINES ON HIM. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.