winterene (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} winterene) wrote,@ 2009-08-29 13:10:00 |
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AARRGHH!!! THERE IS A GOD AND SHE HATES ME!!!
So I walk into my second Starbucks of the day, the flagship store at the Galleria, and look for a table close to an outlet. At the one free table happens to be sitting a reasonably attractive young light-skinned African American woman, and for some reason we start up a conversation. Turns out we had a few things in common, like having gone to the same elementary school (magnet program) and having recently visited London.
She finishes her lunch and gets back to her pharmacy studies, and start up my Scrabble study and decide it's chilly. I go out to the car for a long-sleeved shirt, and when I get back I see it--she's chunky. Beautiful face, not a 9 or 10 but definitely someone I would consider attractive, but she's definitely packing more than a few extra pounds around the mid-section.
(I'd post a pic, but invariably she would be creeped out if I tried to take a photo of her.)
Anyway, I instantly knew why she had even been talking to me. Had she been slender, she would never have given me the time of day, in accordance with my curse.
More examples--go to HotOrNot.com and do a search of all women in the Houston area aged 18 to 40, and look at how many hotties there are.
Now look at the ones who want to meet me. See a pattern?
http://www.hotornot.com/m/r/?emid=NZSLR
http://www.hotornot.com/m/r/?emid=OUHEH
http://www.hotornot.com/m/r/?emid=OMOZO
http://www.hotornot.com/m/r/?emid=O8BRK
So what I am going to do? Of course I'm going to try and ask this girl out, because I don't really have a choice. Unless I've got money to offer her, no truly attractive, fit, woman is interested, which means I have to settle for fatties.
I was an unplanned pregnancy. Why didn't my mother just abort me when she had the chance instead of subjecting me to this miserable existence???
Of course I can't really blame her when I myself am too weak to just go ahead and kill myself.
So I walk into my second Starbucks of the day, the flagship store at the Galleria, and look for a table close to an outlet. At the one free table happens to be sitting a reasonably attractive young light-skinned African American woman, and for some reason we start up a conversation. Turns out we had a few things in common, like having gone to the same elementary school (magnet program) and having recently visited London.
She finishes her lunch and gets back to her pharmacy studies, and start up my Scrabble study and decide it's chilly. I go out to the car for a long-sleeved shirt, and when I get back I see it--she's chunky. Beautiful face, not a 9 or 10 but definitely someone I would consider attractive, but she's definitely packing more than a few extra pounds around the mid-section.
(I'd post a pic, but invariably she would be creeped out if I tried to take a photo of her.)
Anyway, I instantly knew why she had even been talking to me. Had she been slender, she would never have given me the time of day, in accordance with my curse.
More examples--go to HotOrNot.com and do a search of all women in the Houston area aged 18 to 40, and look at how many hotties there are.
Now look at the ones who want to meet me. See a pattern?
http://www.hotornot.com/m/r/?emid=NZSLR
http://www.hotornot.com/m/r/?emid=OUHEH
http://www.hotornot.com/m/r/?emid=OMOZO
http://www.hotornot.com/m/r/?emid=O8BRK
So what I am going to do? Of course I'm going to try and ask this girl out, because I don't really have a choice. Unless I've got money to offer her, no truly attractive, fit, woman is interested, which means I have to settle for fatties.
I was an unplanned pregnancy. Why didn't my mother just abort me when she had the chance instead of subjecting me to this miserable existence???
Of course I can't really blame her when I myself am too weak to just go ahead and kill myself.
