10 things they don't tell you about dating an architect


You can’t stick anything up there because a baby just came out of it, so no tampons for you. No sea sponges, no reusable tampons, no Diva Cups. You’re stuck with the same pads you wore in middle school, the ones that felt like diapers. Luckily they’ve gotten thinner since then, so you don’t waddle when you wear them, but they’re still pads and you’re still wearing them. Ick.

You’ll hear this tired old line again and again until you want to punch someone in the face. I usually perpetrate the myth by saying I work from my bed whilst eating chocolate Hobnobs and drinking gin all day whilst trying not to smirk thinking of the hours I don’t spend commuting with my face rammed into a stranger’s armpit, or stuck in traffic  not  working all the hours God sends being taken for granted and being ordered around by an unappreciative moron.


10 things they don't tell you about dating an architect

10 things they don't tell you about dating an architect



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