For my husband it's ordering drinks. He told me about the sheer terror of:
Not being able to tell what gender drinks were.
Being attracted to drinks that were "for women"
Ordering whisky on ice because that was the one thing he knew wouldn't be "incorrect" and hating it.
Now he drinks boba and laughs about it.
But why did this world have to stress out this kind wonderful man over something so ... pointless? He was afraid to sip my martini. Why do we do this to each other??
picard
futurebird