In the morning you and your boys and gals spent the whole time on a beach, the water was crystal clear and the sun was shining bright, everyone loved it. A friend of your friend and his cousin passed by with drinks and you had an opportunity to meet them. They already invited you to an incredible show in the city that will happen, lots of hot girls will be there, and they promised to introduce you to a volley club nearby.
Later, You are driving around town recklessly at 2 am with your drunk teenage friends, 3 boys and 3 girls with you, drinking all night after partying and fucking a hot chick you had just met at the local club after cold approaching her and chatting about normie nonsense like how great your soccer team is, all while drunk. You all sit down to see the distant horizon, the lights in the sky, you spend a whole hour talking about your lives, your experiences, your sex stories, your first kisses, you gossip about all those wacky stories you've heard and witnessed in the school days: "Omg, did Eugene really do that to himself! What a pity! Anyway...". You spend the whole night just vibing and laughing at each others stupid jokes while drunk. You are young, all hopeful for the future, and adamant to help each other out whenever in times of need. Everyone's got your back, you needn't worry. One day you will reminisce about these days with a feeling of nostalgia and longing.
That week you broke up with Jane, that snarky girl, you met her in school and took her virginity at 15 years old when she was 14. You still remember how excited and full of life you were when you first did it. The last remnants of self-doubt evaporated when you had that experience and they never came back, you would walk with her to school every day, taking the longer route so you could pass by the central plaza of the city where all the other school boys would see you holding hands with Jane. All the nerdy virgin boys you had befriended (at earlier times of more desperation and scarcity) would be all embarassed near you, they treated you like a king above them. They all loved you. You had friends 24/7 sending you messages and asking about how you are feeling and what you are up to. Your family members were all proud of you and talked about you to others with pride. You felt accepted and cherished in your community. Every week you would go out to at least 5 different places with friends to laugh and enjoy life. All while Eugene, that dork, sat alone in school, bitter and unloved. You remember when Jane laughed while walking past him, and, even if you didnt want to admit, you also felt joy at seeing him suffering like that.
Now Jane is gone, but that's no problem, your extensive social network and status as a Chad makes you being alone impossible. Jennifer, that busty girl, is just hitting you with another text message, it is the 45th message she's sent you this month and you are yet to respond. I guess the time has come then.
Later, You are driving around town recklessly at 2 am with your drunk teenage friends, 3 boys and 3 girls with you, drinking all night after partying and fucking a hot chick you had just met at the local club after cold approaching her and chatting about normie nonsense like how great your soccer team is, all while drunk. You all sit down to see the distant horizon, the lights in the sky, you spend a whole hour talking about your lives, your experiences, your sex stories, your first kisses, you gossip about all those wacky stories you've heard and witnessed in the school days: "Omg, did Eugene really do that to himself! What a pity! Anyway...". You spend the whole night just vibing and laughing at each others stupid jokes while drunk. You are young, all hopeful for the future, and adamant to help each other out whenever in times of need. Everyone's got your back, you needn't worry. One day you will reminisce about these days with a feeling of nostalgia and longing.
That week you broke up with Jane, that snarky girl, you met her in school and took her virginity at 15 years old when she was 14. You still remember how excited and full of life you were when you first did it. The last remnants of self-doubt evaporated when you had that experience and they never came back, you would walk with her to school every day, taking the longer route so you could pass by the central plaza of the city where all the other school boys would see you holding hands with Jane. All the nerdy virgin boys you had befriended (at earlier times of more desperation and scarcity) would be all embarassed near you, they treated you like a king above them. They all loved you. You had friends 24/7 sending you messages and asking about how you are feeling and what you are up to. Your family members were all proud of you and talked about you to others with pride. You felt accepted and cherished in your community. Every week you would go out to at least 5 different places with friends to laugh and enjoy life. All while Eugene, that dork, sat alone in school, bitter and unloved. You remember when Jane laughed while walking past him, and, even if you didnt want to admit, you also felt joy at seeing him suffering like that.
Now Jane is gone, but that's no problem, your extensive social network and status as a Chad makes you being alone impossible. Jennifer, that busty girl, is just hitting you with another text message, it is the 45th message she's sent you this month and you are yet to respond. I guess the time has come then.
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