I don't even fucking know. I was at the mall. My boyfriend was handing out resumes, so I was just waiting outside for him. Then...this fucking guy...at the make-up booth on the other side...points and looks at me. I'm just like...no. Please not me. So I slowly backed away, but he motioned me towards him...of fucking course I gave in. He was French, it was obvious...also...a transvestite. The first thing he asked me, THE FIRST FUCKING THING..."have you ever gone to any fetish parties? I think you would fit in perfectly." I think my insides died a little bit. I was speechless. I'm just like...no. No I don't. Then Axel came walking over, God forbid...this guy asks, "Are you two together?" I answered yes. Yes we are. Then he said, "You guys don't look like it. You're complete opposites." I wanted to bash my head through his fucking head. THEN he decided he wanted to do my make-up, 'cause he didn't like the way I did mine. I really didn't have a choice, since he already had the shit out. So...I sat there for a few minutes, waiting for him to be done. He was done...I looked in the mirror...I LOOKED LIKE FUCKING BOZO THE FUCKING CLOWN I HAD TO GO WALKING AROUND THE MALL LIKE THAT GOD DAMNIT...I would've taken a picture...but I didn't want to, and it was gone the second I got home. That was one of the most awkward fucking encounters I've ever had in my life. Now, whenever I hear someone with an accent...I'mma be scared...