Mac98
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Pardon me for the following novel, I just need to get this off my chest. I've had a rough weak, like many people, I know. Luckily, though, I have a comunity of people whom I communicate with from time to time on the internet who are willing to listen a little, so I'll exploit that privelidge.
Let me start from the top, it'll be easier for me to express what I have to say.
A few days ago, I went out to the grocery store to pick up a few things and noticed the cashier was really cute. I left it at that, nothing more. Funny story: The guy in front of me told her how fake her hair looked (she had recently dyed them, I'm guessing) and that it didn't suit her. Then, he proceeded to ask me why I didn't have an air miles card and then asked me why I was hiding my pin number when paying by Interac. Finally, he criticized the store's dress-code and that it made the cashiers look funny. For the first time it my life, I told someone twice my age, who wasn't a high school teacher, to shut up. I thought I should share this anecdote before I go on.
yesterday, I expressed this to a friend of mine. My best friend, actually, who was with his girlfriend (or ex-girlfriend, I haven't a clue if they're still going out or not. We'll call them friends with benefits for the sake of giving a title to their relationship). This is the same girl I've told many of you that I've had really strong feelings for. Anyways, that's besides the point. The story goes I told my friend, matter-of-factly, that the cashier was cute, but before I could express the rest of the story to them, my friend's fuck friend (God, I hate that term. Let's just abbreviate this to FF)... my friend's FF cut me off and asked me why I didn't have a girlfriend. Of course, my natural response was utter confusion as to why she'd ask this and what the fuck I was supposed to answer. Then, finally, I answered "Umm... I don't know?" in a sort of questionning, unsure way.
She told me she thought it was weird that I didn't have a girlfriend in so long (and acknowledged my breif relationship with a friend that didn't last very long). I soon came to realize she was insinuating I might be gay. Now, before I go on, I assure everyone here I'm not. I have nothing against homosexuals, I couldn't care less about weather someone prefers men or women, but I myself, prefer the female gender. I related this to her, and told her that I didn't have an easy personality (I tend to be shy, reserved and introverted to people I don't know) and that I was very picky in terms of physical attraction and personality. It's at this point I thought the discussion was over, but boy was I wrong.
My friend's FF procceeded to LACE into me. She wasn't aggressive or angry or anything... just matter-of-factly telling me how insecure, unconfident I was and trying to put on a blank persona like nothing bothered me. Telling me I was virtually inapproachable and drove everyone away from myself. She went on for about... at least a whole minute leaving me somewhat shocked and dumbfounded. My initial reaction was to lace into HER, but I absolutely knew how right she was. I told her she was a stuck up bitch that was never told she wasn't as attractive as she thought (which is somewhat of a lie, given that I've always thought she was stunning).
Appologies were handed today (a day later), but the whole experience has got me thinking a lot. I took a long walk tonight and after writing this, will leave the house again for another walk, to try and understand what the hell just happened. I won't lie. This whole thing has left me demoralized. To be told by the person I've been the most in love with in my life that I'm inapproachable and insecure and that at first glance, people don't wanna come talk to me has made me sink my head between my shoulders, looking for the last bit of dignity I have left.
On one hand, I'm conscious that she isn't entirely wrong. I wouldn't have expressed it like she did, but she's not completely wrong. I'm not very sociable to new people. I keep the same friends for a long time, though they are few and can count on my fingers the number of people I've recently met say, in the past 6 months.
On the other hand... what the FUCK, dude!!! I'm not sure weather I should concede and accept that she's right or weather I should give in to this rage overwhelming me and tear this fucken laptop to pieces. I'm not a fucken monster! In fact, I'm usually the first person willing to lend a helping hand or offer a shoulder for people to cry on. And these same people who I lend my time two have the audacity to rip me into pieces?? I'm unapproachable?? Unsociable??? Maybe if I wore my cap sideways, wore my jeans under my ass, listened to a rich, retarded, horny little asshole rap about how many women he bangs a day, I'd get more attention? Maybe then I'd be more approachable! Heck, maybe if I went out to clubs, got shit faced and banged every girl incapable of standing up, I wouldn't be in this situation would I?
So I ask myself: What's the answer?? What's the lesson in all this? Do nice guys honsetly finish last?? Am I cursed to live a life of solitude and ridicule all in order to maintain my integrity?? Should I STOP being so available to people who feel it ok to smack me in the face when all I want to do is relate a fun anecdote to my friend? Do women ACTUALLY prefer "bad boys"? I thought not being a dick was priority #1 on women's list followed by confidence and looks? Sure, confidence isn't peaking right now (obviously), but where the hell does care and good-nature come into play, really? Aside from the bogus "list" many people keep coming back to, what's the answer? What is it? Is it me?? Is it my generation?? My standards?? All of the above or none of the above?? I'm getting pretty fucken sick and tired of being taken for the good-for-nothing "nice guy".
Anyways, I'm sorry I have to bore you all with this. I just needed to get this off my chest and so far, the people of HT have been welcoming to any and all venting. Let me make this clear: I'm not looking for pitty! I'm not seeking attention, I'm really just venting! Spewing my confused anger in hope of releiving some of the stress the past few days have brought.
Thanks for listening.
Mac
Let me start from the top, it'll be easier for me to express what I have to say.
A few days ago, I went out to the grocery store to pick up a few things and noticed the cashier was really cute. I left it at that, nothing more. Funny story: The guy in front of me told her how fake her hair looked (she had recently dyed them, I'm guessing) and that it didn't suit her. Then, he proceeded to ask me why I didn't have an air miles card and then asked me why I was hiding my pin number when paying by Interac. Finally, he criticized the store's dress-code and that it made the cashiers look funny. For the first time it my life, I told someone twice my age, who wasn't a high school teacher, to shut up. I thought I should share this anecdote before I go on.
yesterday, I expressed this to a friend of mine. My best friend, actually, who was with his girlfriend (or ex-girlfriend, I haven't a clue if they're still going out or not. We'll call them friends with benefits for the sake of giving a title to their relationship). This is the same girl I've told many of you that I've had really strong feelings for. Anyways, that's besides the point. The story goes I told my friend, matter-of-factly, that the cashier was cute, but before I could express the rest of the story to them, my friend's fuck friend (God, I hate that term. Let's just abbreviate this to FF)... my friend's FF cut me off and asked me why I didn't have a girlfriend. Of course, my natural response was utter confusion as to why she'd ask this and what the fuck I was supposed to answer. Then, finally, I answered "Umm... I don't know?" in a sort of questionning, unsure way.
She told me she thought it was weird that I didn't have a girlfriend in so long (and acknowledged my breif relationship with a friend that didn't last very long). I soon came to realize she was insinuating I might be gay. Now, before I go on, I assure everyone here I'm not. I have nothing against homosexuals, I couldn't care less about weather someone prefers men or women, but I myself, prefer the female gender. I related this to her, and told her that I didn't have an easy personality (I tend to be shy, reserved and introverted to people I don't know) and that I was very picky in terms of physical attraction and personality. It's at this point I thought the discussion was over, but boy was I wrong.
My friend's FF procceeded to LACE into me. She wasn't aggressive or angry or anything... just matter-of-factly telling me how insecure, unconfident I was and trying to put on a blank persona like nothing bothered me. Telling me I was virtually inapproachable and drove everyone away from myself. She went on for about... at least a whole minute leaving me somewhat shocked and dumbfounded. My initial reaction was to lace into HER, but I absolutely knew how right she was. I told her she was a stuck up bitch that was never told she wasn't as attractive as she thought (which is somewhat of a lie, given that I've always thought she was stunning).
Appologies were handed today (a day later), but the whole experience has got me thinking a lot. I took a long walk tonight and after writing this, will leave the house again for another walk, to try and understand what the hell just happened. I won't lie. This whole thing has left me demoralized. To be told by the person I've been the most in love with in my life that I'm inapproachable and insecure and that at first glance, people don't wanna come talk to me has made me sink my head between my shoulders, looking for the last bit of dignity I have left.
On one hand, I'm conscious that she isn't entirely wrong. I wouldn't have expressed it like she did, but she's not completely wrong. I'm not very sociable to new people. I keep the same friends for a long time, though they are few and can count on my fingers the number of people I've recently met say, in the past 6 months.
On the other hand... what the FUCK, dude!!! I'm not sure weather I should concede and accept that she's right or weather I should give in to this rage overwhelming me and tear this fucken laptop to pieces. I'm not a fucken monster! In fact, I'm usually the first person willing to lend a helping hand or offer a shoulder for people to cry on. And these same people who I lend my time two have the audacity to rip me into pieces?? I'm unapproachable?? Unsociable??? Maybe if I wore my cap sideways, wore my jeans under my ass, listened to a rich, retarded, horny little asshole rap about how many women he bangs a day, I'd get more attention? Maybe then I'd be more approachable! Heck, maybe if I went out to clubs, got shit faced and banged every girl incapable of standing up, I wouldn't be in this situation would I?
So I ask myself: What's the answer?? What's the lesson in all this? Do nice guys honsetly finish last?? Am I cursed to live a life of solitude and ridicule all in order to maintain my integrity?? Should I STOP being so available to people who feel it ok to smack me in the face when all I want to do is relate a fun anecdote to my friend? Do women ACTUALLY prefer "bad boys"? I thought not being a dick was priority #1 on women's list followed by confidence and looks? Sure, confidence isn't peaking right now (obviously), but where the hell does care and good-nature come into play, really? Aside from the bogus "list" many people keep coming back to, what's the answer? What is it? Is it me?? Is it my generation?? My standards?? All of the above or none of the above?? I'm getting pretty fucken sick and tired of being taken for the good-for-nothing "nice guy".
Anyways, I'm sorry I have to bore you all with this. I just needed to get this off my chest and so far, the people of HT have been welcoming to any and all venting. Let me make this clear: I'm not looking for pitty! I'm not seeking attention, I'm really just venting! Spewing my confused anger in hope of releiving some of the stress the past few days have brought.
Thanks for listening.
Mac
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