About Me (Please Don't Read Its Embarrassing)

Strange Encounters

WARNING: The events of storytelling that will transpire are 100% true, although they may be exagerrated just a bit to satisfy my ego.

SUBWAY STARE DOWN:

I was sixteen years old and my mom and I were cruising around town like a couple of badasses. We were smoking some kind bud, getting high as shit, when suddenly my mom's like, "You know what? Fuck this shit! Let's go get some fucking Subway!"

Then I'm like, "Yay!! I love Subway! Thanks Mommy your the best! I love you so much!"

We pull up to Subway listening to some hardcore pop music. I look in through the window and I see a seductive sandwich maker. So I'm like, "Uh oh. There is a girl in there. Mom I'm not going in there cause girl's are scary."

So then my mom's like, "Whatever you say you little bitch!" She hops on out and goes inside to get our sandwiches.

By now I'm fist pumping like a champ whilst listening to One Directions song "You don't know your beautiful" or whatever the fuck its called. I turn my eyes back into Subway and I shit you not the seductive sandwich maker is staring directly at me. Her eyes looked like a cheetah getting ready to pounce on its prey. You feel me? Do you know what I am saying? 

My body froze and I pissed my pants a little, but its alright I had a diaper on. Anyways, she starts to lick her lips and I'm like, "Dafuq!?" I must be one sexy ass mother fucker for a girl to be eying me down like that. 

So I feel like smoking a cigarette cause this pretty girl is checking me out. I light it up take a look outside my window then look back at the girl and her expression was like, "Eww! You are fucking gross! Don't look at me you pervert!" 

So I was like, "Dafuq!?" 

My mom comes back outside hands me my sandwich then says, "Damn Son! Why don't you try and hit that shit."  while pointing at the girl. 

So I'm just like, "Dafuq!?"

BIOLOGY IS SO HOTT:

My sophmore year in high school. I am so sick of my life and who I am that I am on the verge of killing myself. Several cuts into the skin trying to prove my existence. I am depressed. 

During school I go through the motions. I am a loser with no self esteem. Incapable of making friends. Striving for acceptance. Not a single word leaves my mouth. Failing classes and failing life.

There is one exception biology class. By some miracle I managed to speak. I was shocked with what I could do. I learned a valuable lesson in that class.

The magority of the class were girls, yes girls. There were probably ten guys. None of the guys intimidated me with their manliness. In that class I was the alpha male and it felt great.

So months go by and I'm learning how to talk to people as friends. This is not something that comes to me naturally. For me I have to learn the information then apply it. 

There is a girl in that class that is crushing on me. She tells another guy to tell me that she likes me. Make since? He tells me she likes me and I am shocked. He says I should ask her out. I am super nervous because I have never asked a girl out before. It takes me awhile to build up my nerve. Problem is I took too long.

Half a week goes by and I haven't asked her yet. I thought this girl was super pretty and that I was so lucky to have her like me. She sits two seats behind me. Don't know why that is important to know. Anyways, I hear her talking to that guy again and she is wondering why I haven't talked to her yet. He says that he doesn't know or something like that. Here's the part that hurts me.

She says, "Well fine! He's ugly anyways." I was devastated. She had to of known I could hear her. We were so close to each other. Why did she crush on me in the first place if she thought I was ugly? All I had to do was talk to her and she would have been mine. Its so easy, so simple, but still so incredibly hard.