Zhou Chang-Xing
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A few weeks ago I went out with a friend, it was really hot outside so she wanted to buy ice cream for us, as I don't object to free ice cream she went in line and told me to wait at a specific spot next to a bubble tea shop. Outside there were three men, a very tall Asian man and an average height African man both wearing stereotypical jock clothing and a short African man wearing a rainbow kimono with weird colourful hair, apparently they were waiting for a friend of them to greet them, he briefly talked but was meeting up someone inside... The following is straight suicide fuel.
The friend who went in was a Tyronelet, he was sharply dressed, and absolutely leanmaxxed. His date was a peculiar toilet, her face looked literally like Mr. Bean with a wig on, but she had a Stacylite body. My dream wife is literally a toilet with an ugly face and a beautiful body, so she'd be insecure enough to think that she's not good enough for Chad but have a body I'd enjoy staring at... Well, even this toilet turned out to be Tyrone-only. She was wearing a tight formfitting green dress and I'd describe her as "a dark-skinned Caucasian", I can tell that she was some sort of Caucasian but I couldn't place her, maybe she was Albanian, maybe Armenian, perhaps Iranian. She had my skin colour or maybe slightly lighter, he was an actual African.
Anyhow, while waiting in line I saw her constantly touching the Tyronelet, grabbing his hand, caressing his face, he barely responded to her actions. She admired him like he was some sort of treasure that she couldn't keep her hands off. I stood there green with envy knowing that no toilet would ever act like that towards me.
I always wondered why a Chad would settle for a Sub-Stacy, well, Stacy would see Chad as her equal, but Becky would worship Chad like a God.
The admiration he got to me seemed otherworldly, at one point I lost it and started to cry. When my friend returned she asked why I was upset and if something happened, I told her about the way that Tyronelet was worshipped and she said "he's kinda cute" and told me that maybe one day I'll find a toilet that might look at me that way, I asked her why she would think like that and she told me that I was thinking too negatively and told me some bluepill shit. For context, that toilet absolutely refuses to set me up on a blind date with any of her toilet friends.
After seeing this I just felt more suicidal, this happened a few days after seeing the man that looked like me with my dream girl while I was exercising.
I don't think that I've recovered from this encounter. I just hate how I'd never have from one toilet that he has probably experienced from hundreds, he didn't even seem to care about Mrs. Bean's constant touching of his body, he thought more about his bubble tea.
Chad's, Chadpreet's, Chang's and Tyrone's live in a completely different dimension than we do. It's one thing to see this in a Tinder experience and it's another to see it happen in the streets.
I hate going out.
The friend who went in was a Tyronelet, he was sharply dressed, and absolutely leanmaxxed. His date was a peculiar toilet, her face looked literally like Mr. Bean with a wig on, but she had a Stacylite body. My dream wife is literally a toilet with an ugly face and a beautiful body, so she'd be insecure enough to think that she's not good enough for Chad but have a body I'd enjoy staring at... Well, even this toilet turned out to be Tyrone-only. She was wearing a tight formfitting green dress and I'd describe her as "a dark-skinned Caucasian", I can tell that she was some sort of Caucasian but I couldn't place her, maybe she was Albanian, maybe Armenian, perhaps Iranian. She had my skin colour or maybe slightly lighter, he was an actual African.
Anyhow, while waiting in line I saw her constantly touching the Tyronelet, grabbing his hand, caressing his face, he barely responded to her actions. She admired him like he was some sort of treasure that she couldn't keep her hands off. I stood there green with envy knowing that no toilet would ever act like that towards me.
I always wondered why a Chad would settle for a Sub-Stacy, well, Stacy would see Chad as her equal, but Becky would worship Chad like a God.
The admiration he got to me seemed otherworldly, at one point I lost it and started to cry. When my friend returned she asked why I was upset and if something happened, I told her about the way that Tyronelet was worshipped and she said "he's kinda cute" and told me that maybe one day I'll find a toilet that might look at me that way, I asked her why she would think like that and she told me that I was thinking too negatively and told me some bluepill shit. For context, that toilet absolutely refuses to set me up on a blind date with any of her toilet friends.
After seeing this I just felt more suicidal, this happened a few days after seeing the man that looked like me with my dream girl while I was exercising.
I don't think that I've recovered from this encounter. I just hate how I'd never have from one toilet that he has probably experienced from hundreds, he didn't even seem to care about Mrs. Bean's constant touching of his body, he thought more about his bubble tea.
Chad's, Chadpreet's, Chang's and Tyrone's live in a completely different dimension than we do. It's one thing to see this in a Tinder experience and it's another to see it happen in the streets.
I hate going out.