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I got a new job and I will have to move. I currently travel about 200 minutes per day to get there and back again. I thought of a hotel, but 100 dollars a night is untenable. After taxes I figure I can only spend $81 a day, on anything rent, car insurance, gas, etc. Anything that isn't taxes. A hotel is ~100 a day. Event the cheapest ones are ~70. So then I discovered Air BnB, or rather finally investigated it after seeing it mentioned around the internet a thousand and one times. I decided to give a place close to a part of town that I was interested in a shot. Only $40 a night, doable. The family is nice. A roughly looksmatched couple in their late 30s, two kids, several animals. I wanted to try out a place in this neighborhood in the city to decide if I would move here permanently. I might. I've always enjoyed being able to walk to anything I might desire. I like the exercise, I like the exertion, I like the freedom from the confines of the car, the escape from the artificial highway.
I ended up spending too much money today. 124 dollars. More than 50% of my daily allotment. I decided to walk downtown. I went to a bar. I got some food and a drink. I don't usually drink you know. I don't understand how $10 goes into a margarita. Another 5 on a beer. 14 on a couple of Enchiladas. I should praise those enchiladas for their sauce, a strong, tart, sweet, tomatoey taste. Much more distinct than your run of the mill suburban Mexican place. Perhaps my palette is too Americanized, or calibrated incorrectly by suburban Mexican, but I thought the enchiladas were lacking a little in meat, or maybe it was cheese, or lack thereof. I can't complain about the alcohol content of the Margarita however. Not that I drink enough to judge, hardly ever. In fact the last time I drank anything might have been 2 years ago when I was till trying to pretend to be a normal human being around a former oneitis. Though, if I were completely honest, I would call her a current oneitis. That's a little besides the point.
I started to feel a little drunk, or at least what you'd call tipsy. I kept looking at the bartender. About 25, 5'7'', 120, no real muscular development besides a bit of ass. Brown hair, brown eyes. No, sorry, blue eyes, but she was so common overall that I can remember them as brown. Her chin was almost non existent. Her jawline even less so. Undoubtedly if she were male she'd be an incel. Even at the low end of normal BMI she had a double chin. There was no bone for her little bit of extra skin and minimal amount of fat to stretch around, so it just folded up under her chin. Most of you can find the nearest mirror if you're having trouble visualizing this. 4/10. It's fairly difficult for a woman to hit a 3 without being fat.
I stared at her a little bit. I remembered my oneitis. My oneitis with her high prominent cheekbones and her broad
I ended up spending too much money today. 124 dollars. More than 50% of my daily allotment. I decided to walk downtown. I went to a bar. I got some food and a drink. I don't usually drink you know. I don't understand how $10 goes into a margarita. Another 5 on a beer. 14 on a couple of Enchiladas. I should praise those enchiladas for their sauce, a strong, tart, sweet, tomatoey taste. Much more distinct than your run of the mill suburban Mexican place. Perhaps my palette is too Americanized, or calibrated incorrectly by suburban Mexican, but I thought the enchiladas were lacking a little in meat, or maybe it was cheese, or lack thereof. I can't complain about the alcohol content of the Margarita however. Not that I drink enough to judge, hardly ever. In fact the last time I drank anything might have been 2 years ago when I was till trying to pretend to be a normal human being around a former oneitis. Though, if I were completely honest, I would call her a current oneitis. That's a little besides the point.
I started to feel a little drunk, or at least what you'd call tipsy. I kept looking at the bartender. About 25, 5'7'', 120, no real muscular development besides a bit of ass. Brown hair, brown eyes. No, sorry, blue eyes, but she was so common overall that I can remember them as brown. Her chin was almost non existent. Her jawline even less so. Undoubtedly if she were male she'd be an incel. Even at the low end of normal BMI she had a double chin. There was no bone for her little bit of extra skin and minimal amount of fat to stretch around, so it just folded up under her chin. Most of you can find the nearest mirror if you're having trouble visualizing this. 4/10. It's fairly difficult for a woman to hit a 3 without being fat.
I stared at her a little bit. I remembered my oneitis. My oneitis with her high prominent cheekbones and her broad
