Im officially done sitting next to my female colleagues.
Dont get me wrongI love having them around.
They bring a beautiful balance to the office.
However, I am simply not built to endure their conversations.
Turns out, the girls' lunch table is Hiroshima.
Then, from my left, I caught snippets of the girls chatting.
Their conversations usually revolve around TikTok trends and which celebrities they find attractive.
Ill occasionally chime in, just to remind them I can hear whats going on.
But today was differentit turned into a science lesson I wasnt prepared for.
What started as an innocent discussion about birth control quickly took a sharp turn.
I asked, Does birth control kill the cream that goes into the donut?
And thats when my brain broke.
Turns out, gravity has a role in everything.
And no, I dont think Im exposing myself here.
Ive had my fair share of experience.
I just always thought the whole peeing after thing was to prevent UTIs.
Now I realize theres more to it than that.
SorryI dont exactly fill the donut, roll over, and ask if its dripping.
Usually, I just pass out.
So yeah, safe to say Im done with these morning conversations.
Time to retreat to the gambling cave where I belong.
