In a desperate attempt to change my mood, I dragged myself to the park. I sat on a bench, put on my headphones, and started listening to my usual music. Everything was going just fine—the sun was starting to set, birds were flying around, the breeze was gentle, and the trees were lush and green. Nothing could’ve ruined that peace, right?
Well, I didn’t take into account the "sex-havers." As if fate was mocking me—reminding me there’s no escape from misery—a couple showed up and sat directly across from me, face to face, even though there were plenty of other empty benches nearby and behind me. And to make it worse, they were one of those WMAF couples. And just like that, my heart started racing, and I felt this deep discomfort and shame about how I looked, what I was wearing, my skin color, and where I stood in society. For a moment, it felt like people like me and the "sex-havers" don’t even exist in the same reality.
Even when I isolate myself and try to make peace with my crappy fate, life still finds a way to punish me every time I step out of my comfort zone.
This incident wasn’t anything rare or specia getting mogged happens,but I live in an Arab country where I rarely see couples like that.
What really gets under my skin is how easily these Asian foids seem to get what they want, no matter how average or even below average they look.
At one point, I thought about taking a creep pics of them, but I held back—because they honestly don’t deserve that kind of attention. That’s probably what they were after anyway when they chose to sit right in front of my sub5 ass.
Well, I didn’t take into account the "sex-havers." As if fate was mocking me—reminding me there’s no escape from misery—a couple showed up and sat directly across from me, face to face, even though there were plenty of other empty benches nearby and behind me. And to make it worse, they were one of those WMAF couples. And just like that, my heart started racing, and I felt this deep discomfort and shame about how I looked, what I was wearing, my skin color, and where I stood in society. For a moment, it felt like people like me and the "sex-havers" don’t even exist in the same reality.
Even when I isolate myself and try to make peace with my crappy fate, life still finds a way to punish me every time I step out of my comfort zone.
This incident wasn’t anything rare or specia getting mogged happens,but I live in an Arab country where I rarely see couples like that.
What really gets under my skin is how easily these Asian foids seem to get what they want, no matter how average or even below average they look.
At one point, I thought about taking a creep pics of them, but I held back—because they honestly don’t deserve that kind of attention. That’s probably what they were after anyway when they chose to sit right in front of my sub5 ass.
