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I thought I was getting in good with this foid that I’ve known since my first year of high school.
I knew it put out, I’ve seen it’s Instagram posts.
Hell, it even told me.
I got the chance to hang out with it and even went over to it’s house, under the guise of looking at one of it’s new craft projects.
It ignored all my advances, which confused me because it was being nice and invited me over to the house?? Alone???????
Anyway, it decided to volunteer at a charity haunted house and I emailed the people that ran it if I could help too.
They said yes so I showed up.
She was wearing a torn up dress with her tits basically out and fishnets.
The slut didn’t even look happy to see me, she just said I’d be working in a different part of the attraction, and when I went to where she was stationed— She yelled at me afterwards.
I gave up for a bit and was talking with the other people in my area. I was trying to relate to the chad there, by making up stories of cool parties and acid.
The owner fucking asked me to leave because I was making everyone “”uncomfortable””
The damn slut that I came for ignored me when I tried to talk to it ever since.
I want to give up.
What’s the point anymore....
I knew it put out, I’ve seen it’s Instagram posts.
Hell, it even told me.
I got the chance to hang out with it and even went over to it’s house, under the guise of looking at one of it’s new craft projects.
It ignored all my advances, which confused me because it was being nice and invited me over to the house?? Alone???????
Anyway, it decided to volunteer at a charity haunted house and I emailed the people that ran it if I could help too.
They said yes so I showed up.
She was wearing a torn up dress with her tits basically out and fishnets.
The slut didn’t even look happy to see me, she just said I’d be working in a different part of the attraction, and when I went to where she was stationed— She yelled at me afterwards.
I gave up for a bit and was talking with the other people in my area. I was trying to relate to the chad there, by making up stories of cool parties and acid.
The owner fucking asked me to leave because I was making everyone “”uncomfortable””
The damn slut that I came for ignored me when I tried to talk to it ever since.
I want to give up.
What’s the point anymore....
