Isha
“Thunder Down Under, really Nana? Mom?” I asked, laughing. I took a picture of the banner and sent it to my new BFFs. I was sure they’d get a kick out of it.
I liked that they flirted with me without any expectations. I knew the things they said weren’t real. Men like them didn’t go for women like me. I was pretty sure. But they went for women that were tall, model-like, women that would compliment their aesthetic. They were f*cking delicious looking. I was a cute, short, Asian-mixed woman that would rather be home writing than out and about. They would end up with women that matched them. And I was okay with that, at least I’d have their friendship, until whatever woman they ended up with ended our friendship. I’d just enjoy it for now.
“Your mom and I have been here b
