I once suffered great fervor for a white bitch I knew. She was chubby, blonde, and very melodramatic. She was easily offended and was often a pugnacious cunt but I found myself liking her despite it all. Our clique decided to go to a theme park on day. All that time there she held my hand, cuddled close to me, and gave off a sweet feeling of admiration towards me. I felt as if I was living in halcyon. The next week I decided to ask her out. "How could she say no," I thought, "our attraction is obvious!" So I did ask her out but she dint share my feelings. Women are virtue signaling sycophants, I learned. This isn't even my worse experience. Till next time brothers.
