I admit, I might have more of a problem here than I can back up…
Case in point: I came across this “story” on the Instagram tonight.
Yes, yes…it’s “dirty”, although if you’ve gotten to this point in my blogging (fake equivalency) career, I think it’s your own fault that you’re here.
Just own it, already!
Anyway, you know I just couldn’t help but rub some salt in the typo wound – I mean, really…if you’re going to monetize your social media, please don’t be illiterate! – so here we are.
Personally, I love that they were self-aware enough to type in all caps. I choose – as a frequent oopsies writer – to believe that they discovered their mistake in edit mode but couldn’t change their story. I’m so – less optimistically – open to the potential that there were a Brazilian (old joke, but make me tell you) other mos that corrected this guy.
But, c’mon…gays that read are one
unicorn thing, gays that read and have spelling confidence…?!?
Nah. C’mon. If The Gays were confident, we wouldn’t work out so much…
Nonetheless, this GayBoyProblemsAF – as he calls himself here, but I know this is one of at least four Instagram pages this lil hottie admins – was totes up for the Hot Tip, regardless.
That’s even sexier. Nothing worse than a sexy young un who thinks he knows it all. It’s way hotter to come
in across a guy who gets live creating and can factor his ego out of it.
This particular good natured exchange was delightful.
I’m not sure my non-gendered ending worked. But I didn’t want to assume the content creator (a cis male) would want to be called a boyfriend…fake, as it were.
Regardless, I should have included the word “imaginary” there at the end.
My imaginary man friend…