I was close friend with a guy growing up that started off. We were about equals in looks and stuff, and no noticeable differences.
As we got older, he filled out far better, had great hair, and a wonderful voice.. that just made mine look even worse. (I'm kind of a voicecel, I sound like a 15 year old boy... I get 'adorable' from women... It's not a good thing. Usually ends with body language that says "ok, now go away.")
He always got girls, and when we 21, we got had an apartment together. Every day... day in.. day out... the sound of sex through the walls. (more like 3 times a week, but still). He was oblivious to the pain, but it wasn't by choice. I could tell.
One day, I'm in the computer room (lan party gaming, circa 1996 lmao). He comes in the front door with his newest soon to be conquest. My HS oneitis. You're thinking rope. Right? Chad says hi in his usual way and looks down and sees the shock and pain in my eyes. I hide it , and say 'what's up' still trying to look cool for this girl. She goes to kiss him in a way that pushed him towards the bedroom, he gives her a little chad look and says "one sec" and walks into his bedroom. Comes out and says "godamnit, jakes passed out in my bed again." Jake hasn't been over in weeks.
"Wanna play magic?" he says to she and I. She says yes, and we played for an hour, laughed, had a good time.... and I never saw her around again. The difference was the act of courtesy, without humiliation or rubbing it into my face. His brain gave him a choice, "rub chad status in your good friends face to feel better about yourself," or "handle it with care and never mention it again." He chose the latter. I can't hate him, step one.
The next was, he showed up a night with two girls and tried to help me. He didn't make anything obvious, or give me the 'shower and a haitcut' speech (I groom well anyways). The girl, was honestly slightly lower than my looksmatch. We all drank together, and she either competed with her friend for chad. She showed more interest in chad playing a video game, than me doing anything.
I go out on the roof (kind of an overlook thing) and my chad (yes my chad) comes out. I say "I can't man.. just... can't pull it off." He cocks his head a few times, wanting to say something but not sure what. He loves me like a brother.. He respects my intelligence. He just hands me the bottle he's drinking out of. That's what I needed to hear.
They're people. Let's ... try to not forget.
As we got older, he filled out far better, had great hair, and a wonderful voice.. that just made mine look even worse. (I'm kind of a voicecel, I sound like a 15 year old boy... I get 'adorable' from women... It's not a good thing. Usually ends with body language that says "ok, now go away.")
He always got girls, and when we 21, we got had an apartment together. Every day... day in.. day out... the sound of sex through the walls. (more like 3 times a week, but still). He was oblivious to the pain, but it wasn't by choice. I could tell.
One day, I'm in the computer room (lan party gaming, circa 1996 lmao). He comes in the front door with his newest soon to be conquest. My HS oneitis. You're thinking rope. Right? Chad says hi in his usual way and looks down and sees the shock and pain in my eyes. I hide it , and say 'what's up' still trying to look cool for this girl. She goes to kiss him in a way that pushed him towards the bedroom, he gives her a little chad look and says "one sec" and walks into his bedroom. Comes out and says "godamnit, jakes passed out in my bed again." Jake hasn't been over in weeks.
"Wanna play magic?" he says to she and I. She says yes, and we played for an hour, laughed, had a good time.... and I never saw her around again. The difference was the act of courtesy, without humiliation or rubbing it into my face. His brain gave him a choice, "rub chad status in your good friends face to feel better about yourself," or "handle it with care and never mention it again." He chose the latter. I can't hate him, step one.
The next was, he showed up a night with two girls and tried to help me. He didn't make anything obvious, or give me the 'shower and a haitcut' speech (I groom well anyways). The girl, was honestly slightly lower than my looksmatch. We all drank together, and she either competed with her friend for chad. She showed more interest in chad playing a video game, than me doing anything.
I go out on the roof (kind of an overlook thing) and my chad (yes my chad) comes out. I say "I can't man.. just... can't pull it off." He cocks his head a few times, wanting to say something but not sure what. He loves me like a brother.. He respects my intelligence. He just hands me the bottle he's drinking out of. That's what I needed to hear.
They're people. Let's ... try to not forget.
