Dream

Had a dream, just wanted to log it before I forgot about it. If anyone is reading this, you can pretty much just ignore this entire post. It's really nothing meaningful.

So I had a dream in about an hour span of time. I woke up, did some stuff around the house, decided fuck it, I don't wanna do things around the house anymore, and went back to bed. In the hour I fell asleep, I had the most wonderfully terrible dream.

I was hanging out with a few close friends, but one of them is my friend Gen. She's a wonderful girl, even if she doesn't always think so herself. She's always been there for me and been the only one who I feel has been completely honest with me. Told me I was shit when I was being shit and complimented me greatly when I did something fantastic. I opened up to her like nobody else because I feel like she understands me, mostly cause she shares a lot of the same quirks and oddities I do.

I mean, sure, we do disagree upon quite a few things, but that's just being human. It's not like she's my cyborg female clone. Or my real life Rule...whatever the rule is that says for every male character, somewhere on the internet there is a female version, that rule. Coincidentally to what I just said, I only know her through the glory that is the internet.

We met a long time ago on Gaiaonline. Like the anime teenage myspace/facebook. It was great fun for awhile, hell, we met in a thread about tentacle rape. That's where it all started. Out of all the people who I have ever met online, she is the only one I ever felt was worth a damn to keep up with. She has ensnared me with interest and I make it a point to keep in touch. Out of all my friends, she is probably one of the few people that I truly care about. As cold hearted as that sounds, I do care quite a bit for my friends, but with her it's just different.

When most of my friends are having a down time, for whatever reason, I can't help but feel like they're complaining. When she's having a down day, even when in hindsight it could be the most asinine reason, I listen with a sympathetic ear and can't help but feel for her. It's odd; nobody stirs that kind of feeling in me really.

So back to this dream I had.

I had a dream that I was hanging out with her and a couple of people. It was my friend Joel, her, someone else who probably is someone I made up just to have a fourth, and Gen. We were hanging out in a restaurant, though we weren't eating, just hanging out and talking. Sharing jokes, and immediately I should have known it was a dream just because of her mere existence being near me, but I guess although I have lucidly dreamed on occasion, my subconscious wouldn't let me do it this time in risk I could lose what was happening.

So eventually we left and we ended up in a weird staircase place where there were weird paintings and placards as well as chutes to get immediately to other places. But her and I, it was just us and we were talking and holding hands. Then finally, she grew bold and got in my face and almost challenged me to make a move; which I graciously accepted and kissed her. I don't know how long it lasted, but it felt good. So then we decided to up to my dorm (apparently I decided to join college at this point), but there were so many people in there and we couldn't get them to leave. So then she said that the stairwell was private enough and she said she was going to go change and to meet me there.

I ran there as fast as I could, but because my dreams have to have something weird in them, I suddenly was thrust into a zombie warzone. Someone threw body armor at me, gave me a gun, and ordered me to fire upon the zombie horde. We had all kinds of warriors, current military style, knights with ridiculously large armor that you usually only see in fantasy movies/novels, ninjas, all kinds slaying the undead horde. Any other time I would've found this amazing and super fun, but as I gunned down zombie after zombie, I only had her in my mind and making sure to not be late.

I took the front line and made sure to shoot down every single thing I could see. Luckily I had infinite ammo (at least my dream got that part right) being I never reloaded once and took down every last shambling piece of undead. I was congratulated on my valiant efforts, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about at that moment was to shower off the stench of the undead and get the blood off me. I bolted back upstairs only to be stopped by a teacher who started yelling at me for skipping class.

I was getting stressed at this point cause I knew she was waiting for me and I wanted nothing more than to be with her. My teacher said that if I drank this nasty drink I could go. Then he laughed and proceeded to explain what was supposedly in it, but I disregarded everything he said and drank it in haste ignoring all taste. Everyone gasped and even he was surprised to see anyone drink it with such gusto. I started walking out, but then my legs grew sluggish.

I felt my legs get heavier with each step. Then my body started tilting backwards and the familiar ringing of my alarm started to chime in my ears. I resisted and tried to stay in the dream and stand up fully. Gen was waiting for me and I would not, could not, disappoint her, I've done it too many times. Though my will was not strong enough. My body slammed backwards onto the floor and I bolted up right in my bed.

I looked at my alarm and saw it ringing. I set it too early. Much too early. My heart hurt because I know that even in my dreams I will fail in finding any kind of love. It still does. What a shitty way to begin the day. Work from 3-9? Doesn't mean shit to me anymore.

Gone But Not Forgotten

It's been quite awhile since I've written here. I doubt updating this now is going to do anything, I doubt anyone will read it, but hey, if you're here, cool, thanks. I just need a place to write down my thoughts and this is the best place to do it I think.

So in the past few months, I've gotten a job, and I'm pretty damn successful in what I do. I'm a technology sales man at an office supplies store. I'm consistently one of the top sellers in the entire region (as in a few of the states around here, not just a couple of stores). A gift, a talent of mine is manipulation, and I have a sick pride over it. To best describe it, I'm close to that of Izaya Orihara from Durarara, Light Yagami from DeathNote or Slevin Klevra from Lucky # Slevin. Don't get the references? Well, these three characters are people who are exceptionally brilliant, although they don't always make it apparent. They are excellent at calculating people and getting them to act the way they need them to in order to accomplish this goal. I'm not going to lie, maybe not the most noble skill to have in life, but it's a skill that's nice to have nonetheless.

So while sure, it's nice to help decent people out, my main concern is to 'up-sell' if possible. All that means is if someone is looking to buy...let's say a laptop, I make sure they leave with some antivirus software and a hardware insurance plan. I'm that kind of salesman, and I'm damn good at it. Like I said, it's a sickening pride I have over it. My capture rate on how well I can suck someone into something like that is extremely high. That's what the job entails and when I have a job to do, I make sure I'm the best at it.

I got good at it by reading a lot of con artistry books. That's what all business is, just one big con, so that's why I boned up on my reading. I took every tactic I read in the books I have and apply it to this job. It works effectively and gets me what I want. I've sold it on things that shouldn't even deserve an insurance plan on it, just because I could. I've sold it on mice, backpacks, chairs, calculators, thumb drives...I know, I'm a terrible person.

However, that's not the only thing I do.

At my job, there is this one person I completely hated. He was lazy and dragged down the store. Now, normally, I really wouldn't care. What he wanted to do was all up to him. If he wanted to do nothing and get fired because of it, that was one thing. However, when it comes to making money, I only make commission (the whole reason why I care about making sales in the first place) when the entire store hits a sales goal. He would not sell anything which brought down the store's sales; my sales, thus no commission for me. I would be okay with this, possibly, if he could do something, but many, many days would I be stuck pulling his work, making me do double the tasks. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind working hard, but when I have to do other people's work because they're lazy, that's when I get pissed. So I hatched a plan.

How in the world could I get him out of there...? I was not going to go to management because they didn't even know how to manage the store. If they couldn't get him to work, how were they going to get him out of there? I couldn't overwork him, he would just leave it all to me and it would be counterproductive to me. So instead, I went with self destruction. I knew his weak points, the things that made him tick and set him off. I used this to my advantage.

There's this girl he absolutely hates. He could not stand her in the least, and her him. So I used that to my advantage and combated them against each other. I kept at it on both sides, goading each other to do something, but discretely of course. Just little nudges like, "Hey man, that's not cool how...." or, "I can't believe he did this. That's not right....Right?" until it finally all paid off. Yelled at her and told her off to the point of tears and so she tagged that as harassment and he got fired quite quickly. I was happy for a time...but then it got quite boring. Nothing I can do about that at the moment, but now I got something completely different on my mind which, weirdly enough, is also work related.

But first, let me take this back a bit to something a bit more light hearted. At the beginning of November, I went to a large anime convention. It had 10,000 people, roughly, and it was the most fun I've had. No exaggeration. I stayed in a hotel for three days and actually got to bond with people who understood my weird quirkiness. I was in a rave for 6 hours. Constant moving and dancing. And so many damn stairs. The elevators were always full so I had to always walk up and down to my room which was on the twentieth floor. That probably took away from all the McDonalds I ate when I was there. Still, those things are not even the best part.

The Bondage Panel.

I'm very much into bondage. Nothing super hardcore, I'm not the type that's into full leather body suits with zippers over every orifice and D-rings for restraints. Just some light bondage, a few ropes maybe, just a little bit of restraint.

I went in expecting to learn somethings, and I learned quite a lot. I learned quite a few knots and ties. How to tie up a person completely or just do their hands or even just their legs. What made it great was the girl I met there. That's what made this experience amazing. She was a very well endowed girl dressed as a french maid. Very cute and she smelled like cotton candy. Delicious.

I don't know how I got so lucky, but she sat next to me, and when people started separating off, I quickly chose her before anyone else could. I was not going to let this opportunity pass. She gladly accepted and let me practice tying her up...at first I was such a failure though haha. I stayed confident though and I talked to her, flirted it up, even got a number. I should've finalized though and stayed the night in her room (we were in a hotel for crying out loud), but I wasn't ballzy enough.

So back to work story. I told this one girl who I've always had my eye on at my job about the bondage panel. She's a darkly cute girl who I've fancied for a bit. She's quite the interesting girl, very skinny, very petite. I knew that she was into at least a few weird things, so I decided to run that by her, a bit of bait for I knew it would perk her interest, and next thing I know, she's on the hook.

I start to flirt with her a little more than usual and we start to texting, and next thing I know, she wants me to have sex with her. She just wants a no strings attached thing, purely physical. If you're reading this and you've kept up with all of my posts, you know that I'm that guy that girls just kinda use as emotional support. She said right to me, "I want to fuck you and steal your virginity away from you" (yes, I still am a virgin), something just snapped inside of me. I decided that I'm done being that guy that lets girls step all over me.

I take her over to my house, and we're chilling in my bed and we start making out. I take off her shirt and pants and everything underneath all before I even take off any article of clothing. She's a bit nervous, from the way I act at work, "the Nice Guy", she never would've expected something like this out of me a month prior. I just kiss her and I start to work. Then I stop. I realize I'm letting all my teachings from the beginning of the month go to waste.

I run to the bathroom, grab the tie I was wearing and come out. She's wondering what I'm about to do and I quickly and expertly tie up her hands. Then I make her squirm. I'm not going to go too far into detail, but unfortunately, the story ends with she needs to leave and I'm still a virgin.

Now, I'm not just a monster, I actually do like this girl. I don't want to just have sex with her and not give a shit even though she wanted to have a no strings attached thing. Although from the above you wouldn't be able to tell, I'm quite a romantic and when it comes to charming a lady, apparently I'm top notch at that. I tell her all sorts of sweet things, however, I do not lie. That is one thing I will not do. Everything I say to her is truth, and it appears that she is starting to feel something for me. Which is apparently bad.

She says she's still in love with her Ex, and they meet all the time and have crazy passionate sex, partly in thanks to me. They always had sex, but that was just for pleasure, but ever since I started getting into things, she said it's become a lot more passionate. Which pisses me off, but I can't help it. The sweet nothings I tell her really charges her up, and then this guy takes advantage of my hardwork. I hate it, but c'est la vie.

So now she's at a crossroads. She' constantly tell she doesn't want to hurt me. I've been hurt in the past, people use me all the time, I keep on telling her I don't give a shit, but she's still afraid to hurt me. However, I think she might be just scared of getting hurt herself. From the way she acts, I think she's afraid I'm going to hurt her and so she doesn't want to get involved with me. She always says she falls back on her ex but has commitment issues and so ends up cheating on him and the process occurs over and over again. Maybe this is just me, but it really seems like she's just always scared of being hurt and so she goes off and finds another guy before she can let him hurt her. I don't know, maybe I'm just crazy.

So now this is dragging me down. She's all depressed partly because of me and there's nothing I can do about it. I really want her, but I know that in the end, there's no way I can have her. I'm just waiting for the inevitable. No matter how charming I am, I do not believer there is hope. It's already done, I can feel it. But hey, it was fun while it lasted. Her lips were always soft and she always smelled good. Her body was always soft and warm and was fun to cuddle with.

Then that brings up the last dilemma. The maid. I really like her too, but she lives far away. I talk to her all the time and that girl puts the biggest, goofiest grins on my face saying the sweet things she does. I already know she's into the same things I am into, hell, she's into more things than I am. She's sweet and beautiful and cute. But I've never officially hung out with her. I'm hoping that when I finally do meet her, something will blossom out of it.

That's going to be Friday, December the 9th. I am going to spend so much money, but I just hope she's worth it. But this puts me in a dilemma. I really do like my coworker, I really like her. She's the first person who has ever actually taken my feelings into account of anything at all. She's completely open and honest with me which is something I have a hard time finding in my life; anyone who is honest. It's very endearing.

Then there's the Maid. She's very sweet and kind and cute. She's as nerdy as I am and funny. I really like her too, but there's the problem of her living so far away.

I just don't know what to do at this point, but I think I'll know by Friday. Man, I always like having a harem in High School because I never had to choose, never really wanted to given the girls that were in it. But now, even just two girls are too much... I'm such a hopeless cause.

Oh first world problems.

Def Leppard

I haven't written here in awhile, I've been so busy with work, and every time I go to try it, I can't ever think of anything, but I started keeping a log of things to write about, so here's hoping I can keep back up with this again. So, here's something that happened last month, but first let me start back to the beginning of summer.

There was this girl, she was a piece of Jailbait to be honest, but not terribly young. I'm nineteen, she's seventeen, I don't see anything wrong with that. She's a cute little red head and pretty funny, even if through her naivete sometimes. I hung out with her quite often over the summer (she was the subject in a post actually, the one I went to the flea market with and got some stuff), but I could tell I was going to be friendzoned. I mean, hell, even her father liked me.

Oh, yeah, her father. Let me give you a bit of perspective on her father.

First, physical traits: His arms are fucking HUGE. And I don't mean this like, "oh yeah, he has some big arms, he's kind of a scary guy with the right shadowing". I mean his arms are huge because he used to pull SEMI TRUCKS in competition for a living. Yeah. That fucking big. Keep that in mind.

Second, psychological traits: Kicked his daughter out at one point because she wanted to talk to him because she thought she might be bisexual. Straight up kicked her right the fuck out for a couple weeks. Just because of that. From what I've seen and heard, the guy isn't even some kind of super Christian, he's just an ass.

Third, he has a gun collection: Yeah. Because his fucking arms weren't enough. He had to have a gun collection.

So fast forward to August 20th. Def Leppard is in town. It's a band I enjoy. It's a band she loves. I figured I'd take her there and try and make a move. Then I found out it was more like her family taking me along. Damn it. I already said I was going to go though and I am a man of my word.

Fortune smiled upon me that night however. It appeared he was too pissed off at his girlfriend to go to this concert and enjoy it, so instead, it was just going to be me and her. Things were looking up. I was secretly happy, ecstatic even, but I kept it inside. Then he asked me something that kinda took me aback.

"So do you know how to shoot a gun?"

I couldn't tell if he was asking because he wanted to gauge how 'dangerous' I was. I knew he was also quite racist so I wasn't sure if he was chalking me up to a black stereotype or not.

"Uhm....Why?"

"Just answer the question. DO you know...how to fire a gun?"

"I...I guess? I mean, if I had to shoot somebody, I'm sure I could figure out how to just point it and shoot it"

"Well listen, I'm going to give you this gun and if a man tries to do anything inappropriate with my daughter, you shoot them."

In my head: Oh, hahaha, he's trying to intimidate me by subtly letting me know he has a gun.

...

Wait. Is he serious? No, he can't be serious.
The look in his eyes suggested otherwise though. I just kinda nervously laughed and told him I'd shoot myself in the foot if he gave it to me, still, he tried to push it on me. Luckily, his girlfriend stepped in and told him to stop being 'silly'. Maybe I'm just innocent, but offering some kid you've met twice a gun isn't being silly. But hey, maybe I'm just a bit chaste.

Then we got down to a bit of business. He was planning on making me the manager of a pizza place he owned. Was going to pay me well. Going to get free food all the time. Life looked pretty damn good. Didn't even have to fill out an application. Fuck yeah, connections.

So then we left. Got to be front row at the concert and was even there in time to see Heart open up for them. I tried making a move a few times at the concert, putting my hand around her waist, trying to get real close to her, putting my hand around her shoulder, but she just kinda brushed it off. Eventually, I took the hint and just let it be and enjoyed the concert.

This is where things get tricky.

The concert didn't get out till eleven.
Dad thought it got out at ten.
I waited a good hour to let all the drunk traffic go ahead of me.
Didn't leave till midnight.
Stopped for ice cream.

That's when I got the angry phone call.

"WHERETHEFUCKISMYDAUGHTERIWANTHERASSHOMEI'MGOINGTOKICKYOURASSIFSHEISN'TFUCKINGHOMERIGHTUFKCINGNOW"

I tried to explain the situation, I told him I'd talk to him about it, but that just pissed him off even more. I told him how he was wrong and how I was trying to be, y'know, responsible and not dead, but he wouldn't have it. He was fucking furious.

So now take this into account.

His arms are as big as my torso. He has a gun collection. His mental state is....something that is lacking. And I have his underage daughter. And (according to his schedule) she's two hours late.

After that, I drove home as fast as I could and dropped her off. I was going to stay and talk to him, but she told me that was a horrible idea. And apparently he wasn't even there at the house and was circling around in the parking lots of the venue. He made it there in four minutes and, with normal driving, it takes fours minutes to get off their street and another fifteen to get there.

That night was just a weird one in general. I mean, if something happened, ANYTHING, even anything like a kiss happened, it would've made all that anger directed at me justified, but nothing happened. At least I got to sit front row there. It would've been more profitable to get another girl though I suppose.

Reflecting on it though, I guess in the end it was a good thing I didn't take that gun from him. That....would've been awkward as fuck to try and get back to him.

"Oh, yeah, here ya go. I know you're super pissed at me. Here's your gun back" :D

Stand Up

So, I'm going to be doing stand up in front of a very large audience on Saturday. I went through and I labeled all of my stories and I would really appreciate it if you just took the time to go through some of them, skim through the ones that seem interesting, and tell me which ones that you think are the best.

I really need the help to know what's funny and what isn't. I'd really, REALLY appreciate the help. Thank you!

Awkward

Just a couple of short (aw, who am I kidding. Since when have any of these been short ey?) and sweet stories. Decided I would try and throw down a new entry on all my days off. Let's hope I can keep up with that.

So I was remembering a time in high school when I was in Japanese class. I was taking a test, whether it was particularly hard or easy is not what this story is about. That little detail is just to give you the setting. Just a really tense, on edge test where everyone is quiet and in deep heavy concentration.

The only noise that was to be heard in the classroom was the slight tapping by fidgety feet, the occasional page flip of the test, the scrawling of notes from a separate 'class' (I'll explain that in a moment), and the pattering of fingers against the keyboard made by the teacher. The teacher is kinda strict, so things had to be kept silent. While she is quite cool most of the time, when it came to academics, she was very straight edged. Not saying there's anything wrong, but again, all of this is for set up.

I know they always say to show not tell, but oh well.

So as for that other 'class', that is an independent study group. It was made up of two people who excelled at Japanese. My friends Eric and Chris. Both were extremely intelligent and skipped a few years of Japanese class they would have had to otherwise take, but since they were the only two to do so, they were put into a 'class' of their own. They spent most of their days reading from a text book, talking to each other in Japanese, or otherwise just dickin' around. And this is where we find the current story.

Take it back to when we are all taking that test and everything is silent. Everyone in deep concentration on the work they had in front of them. Until a sweet, female voice broke the silence.

"Masturbation"

Time stopped. Everything grew really thick. The pencils stopped scratching along the papers. The typing stopped on the keyboard. Everyone looked at one another; seeking confirmation in each other's eyes wondering if they had heard the same thing.

Everyone then looked in two directions though in what order they looked may have been different. They either looked up towards the front of the class to see how our Sensei was going to react or ended up looking towards the back of the class where the source of the sound came from.

Sensei slowly, ominously swiveled around with an expression that had a mixture of shock and anger. It was a look that combined two expressions we had seen countless times. Looking back, we all saw Eric sitting up completely straight, hand over his electronic dictionary, looking blankly ahead, The look on his face was an instant give away, we all knew that he did it. Also, the fact that Chris was just staring at him with a look of awe on his face kinda hinted it wasn't him.

Everyone tried so hard not to laugh. She wasn't concentrated on us, but when I looked at everyone else, I could tell they wanted to let out one huge gasp of laughter. Sensei stared him down, static electricity filling the air. He tried hard not to look back, but he didn't need to. We all knew.

"Eric. Out in the hallway. Now"

Eric's eyes went dead, and he acquired that one hundred yard stare death row inmates get when they realize they're about to meet their doom. As he stepped out into the hallway with his executioner, he took one deep breath and exited, never to be seen again....

Then we collectively as a class had a good laugh.

Cuddling

[This isn't a funny story, so if you're looking for comedy, look for a post that you may not have read.]

The other night, I was hanging out with this girl named Keni (her name is Mckenzie, but she hates all the girls she knows that go by that name, so she dubs herself Keni as to not be associated with them in any way). She's a really sweet girl that I've been smitten with for awhile. She's a really nice girl, likes anime and such like me. She loves to cook, similar to me. She...well, we have a lot in common. She's not a dumb girl by all means and she's very compassionate.

For those last two things are reasons why I thought she'd never like me. While I'm not saying I'm stupid and the girls I like are stupid, my sense of humor is very crass and quite crude (as evidenced by my posts) and being all I'm good for is laughs and I hold humor to be a very important thing in life and as such created my own character around this, I did not think she would like me, you know, 'like that'. The classic thing girls always say. Not only that, but as for the compassionate part, I am, how you say, a dick.

Putting spoiler tags in books at Borders.
Dick move.
Mocking typos and pointing out the stupid things that people say on facebook or other places online.
Dick move.
Rick Rollin' people.
Dick move.
Cutting people off in traffic without even using your blinker and then slowing down.
Dick move. But even I don't do that....the fuckers.

She is not in any way any of those things, she scolds me, albeit in a playful manner, when I do such things. Still, I don't know why, but I am smitten with her. At the same time, it's those things that made me feel that she's probably not my type either, so I rationalized it, and logged it away.

Oh, and at some point she also blatantly told me that she only sees me as 'just a friend', so there's that too.

So let's back up a bit to a few months ago. I read someone's blog on here who talked about a man named Vince DiCarlo. Supposedly this man was a practitioner and inventor of what he liked to call, "Natural Game". In essence, he was a pick up artist. A pickup artist is just a person who is able to attract and initiate contact with others that they are interested in starting a possible relationship with, or as many men I'm sure do, sleep with.

I've read up on a lot of that stuff, and although it isn't as dried out as cliche pick up lines, a lot of it seemed really...synthetic. So as I read this bloggers description of this guys stuff, much like you are now, it seemed interesting, so I decided I would...well, pick it up.

Now, the highs and lows of what 'Natural Game' is, is almost as it sounds. It's a style of thinking that dictates being open and natural. Not exactly wearing everything on your sleeve, but going out with an open attitude and positive mindset that emanates outward and just makes people, not even just those who you are trying to attract, be more at ease with you. It eventually just seeps over to all aspects of life. For the most part, it really teaches someone how to truly relax and become confident. I would definitely say if you're having trouble with women, or a woman, look up this guy. I've read a lot of his stuff, and I can definitely say that it's worth at least a look.

So how does this relate?

Well, I realized that because she was a girl I likened so much, I was putting her up on a pedestal. What I thought was being 'sweet' and 'thoughtful' was just me being...well, in a way needy. It came off as me liking her, she could smell it a mile away, and in essence, although I was 'always there' for her and such, I was pretty much just being one of her gal pals.

So lately, after reading all this stuff, I decided to approach it the way it said I should. As cliche as it was, I was pretty much just being myself. Once it got to a certain point, yeah, I flirted, but I remained who I was and that's what made the difference.

Keni eventually spent the night and slept in my bed. Before you start thinking, "yeah, he got some", I'll say right now, I didn't. But that's okay. Honestly, it is.

We shared the bed and watched some anime on Adult Swim, and relaxed. I don't know how it got there (it was about 3AM at this point), but my arm ended up underneath her. I usually sleep on my side, but in order to do that, I would have to cuddle with her, and at that point, I figured I was still in the friendzone and it would've been awkward for her.

That was until she snuggled up really close to me. I summoned up every bit of courage I had from King Midas, Poseidon, Jupiter, and Odin and put my arm around her. My stone heart beat against my chest out of nervousness, but she didn't shy away or anything. She just snuggled up closer. So I hugged her close to me and she fell asleep in my arms. It was....warm. And very satisfying.

I woke up and she soon woke up soon afterwards. I kissed her on the forehead and told her good morning and she smiled in that hazy kind of way people do when they wake up in a good mood. We just laid there, her in my arms, and we talked.

She said she didn't know what it was, but she has started seeing me in a new way. Although she hasn't decided if she wants to date, she said that it is something she'll definitely contemplate. Which for me is a big improvement from the pit of the friendzone which up until that point I thought was nay impossible to climb out of.

So as a last statement, this is for you, my....twenty or so followers. If any of you have been friendzoned in the past, I was most likely similar to you and very bitter about being in such a predicament. Don't despair. There is hope.

Best of luck to both of us ey?

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