meeting the girls for the first time

You walk, in your all nervous. You feel so out of place that you experience awkward feeling as though you were a kangaroo wearing a tutu. You try to put on a brave face, but the tension in the air is thicker than week-old mashed potatoes. The girls pause to scan you head to toe, their faces tell it all. It was like a hurricane of discontent had blown into the room. The intrusion of a boy into their sacred turf isn't well received. The girls had their arms crossed, lips pursed and daggers shootin from their eyes. They definetly weren't takin too kindly to having an average looking twinky boy crashin their all-girl party.

Chatter begins amongst the troop of girls, you overhear them whisper things like "what the yell is this, why the fuck is a dork in our place, eww its a boy, why the hell did they give us a scrawny little dipshit, why couldn't they have given us a guy who looks good like Tom Holland".

Their whispers may have been barely audible but in your mind each word was replayed at high decibal as though each girl scout was speeking through a mega phone.

Surfice to saw your not so brave face did not survive the massacre that was this brief encounter with the girl kind. There coments were like harsh whips laced incendiary hatred for all species of the male variety. Sticks and stones were one thing but in the hands of these possibly feminist girl scouts let's just say it's best not to give them a chance to stick a stone up your.... well you know what.