βWhen I was thirteen, the boy I was dating at the time, I know, you thought Iβd never gone there, but I did. So Valentineβs day came along and he gave me a rose. Thatβs nice, right? And then he gave me seven dollars. What the fuck, right? Now maybe youβre thinking to yourself, give him the benefit of the doubt. No. There was no significance behind the seven dollars. He brought me a rose that was three dollars, and then he gave me the change because he didnβt know what else to buy me. And people still wonder why I date women. I dated another guy that year, yeah, I know, I was a slut. He gave me a teddy bear. Nice, right? It was second hand.β (x)
















