So I came back from visiting my parents on Sunday and spent the whole day cleaning… dust is the devil’s fart fumes…it’s everywhere. The following day, Monday, I went to work with a smile and the brightness of someone who is filled with their mother’s cooking… until the workload hit me. It’s like the demon of work and toil fixed a scope on his asshole, aimed it at me and just let it rip. I am starting to think that growing up and moving out of my parents house and living on my own wasn’t a good idea. I have worked for almost 70 hours now and I am starting to lose whatever holds my mind together so I am sitting here typing random shit so that someone can insult me and we can start an online fight. I would start one IRL, but I am on the verge of a promotion and I would not risk all the ass kissing I’ve done for anything.
My FWB met a guy she thinks is the one and has cut off our engagements so now the number of girls willing to have NSA sex with me without a hustle has fallen down to negative one. The only slut I know that has ever shown interest in me has a boyfriend(s) and I do not fuck women with partners I am aware of… I am starting to have a tingling sensation on my right palm, but I have faith the devil of Onanism will be defeated through prayers.
There’s this girl who seems to appear when I am wearing the same pair of pants… I like her… we talk… but I think at the back of her head she isn’t psyched about dating a guy who owns just a single pair of trousers. Do you have a similar experience?
Anyway, on Tuesday after work I passed by a Supa to buy some supplies. As I was standing on the checkout line I noticed a woman checking out my Oats so I stared at her… after she was finished with her observations she looked up and our eyes met…for a moment I thought she would smile and look away shyly… because you know… I am attractive, but nope, she stared straight at me and asked how I could stand eating those “slimy” things. I told her I don’t boil them, but instead I blend them with milk and sugar and eat them raw. She then asked me what that looks like and I asked her to give me her number so I can send her a picture tomorrow morning (My smoothest line this year) … guess what? Noooow, she smiles and looks away… this woman is opposite of everything. At that point I am feeling down because I am not attractive enough to make a woman blush and my smoothest line of 2016 is laughable. So I forget her and start staring at another womans ass… they say the best way to get over a woman is to stare at… Anyway, I pay and as I am heading out I see this woman standing outside who looks familiar and and she looks up and I ignore her and head straight home. It hits me once I get home that that girl I saw outside was the same one I caught ogling at my oats and maybe she was waiting for me to seriously ask her for my number… at least that is what I am telling myself to cope with it.Does this story make you angry and cringey? I hope it does because I don’t think it is important either.