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Nordicel94
Pancake-faced viking-cel
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My family moved to New Zealand for 4 years when I was a teenager. It was a nightmare at first, as I didn't speak English. I learnt it quickly though and I had some friends. But I didn't speak much at all, only to my close friends who were actually quite welcoming.
In my class there was this model-looking Chad with curly hair and blue eyes who was in a relationship with a blonde GigaStacy in the same class. They were basically the prince and princess of the class and everyone knew when they were having relationship issues. It was like watching a reality show for 4 years.
I of course had a huge crush on her, like all the other boys. She never as much as looked at me or a acknowledged me ever.
Until...
One day in my last year, in Home Economics, we were working on the same table and she suddenly looked at me and said: "You don't talk much do you?". I saw a friendly normie looking at her like: "that's a rude question". I was flummoxed, started shaking and eventually said: "I guess I don't have much to say". I had ONE chance to talk to a beautiful girl, maybe crack a joke, have ONE normal interaction with the hottest chick in High School, but I just dug a hole where I was standing, cementing the fact that I was an uninteresting, ugly loser.
To be fair though, "you don't talk much do you?" Is probably the worst thing you can say to a quiet person.
In my class there was this model-looking Chad with curly hair and blue eyes who was in a relationship with a blonde GigaStacy in the same class. They were basically the prince and princess of the class and everyone knew when they were having relationship issues. It was like watching a reality show for 4 years.
I of course had a huge crush on her, like all the other boys. She never as much as looked at me or a acknowledged me ever.
Until...
One day in my last year, in Home Economics, we were working on the same table and she suddenly looked at me and said: "You don't talk much do you?". I saw a friendly normie looking at her like: "that's a rude question". I was flummoxed, started shaking and eventually said: "I guess I don't have much to say". I had ONE chance to talk to a beautiful girl, maybe crack a joke, have ONE normal interaction with the hottest chick in High School, but I just dug a hole where I was standing, cementing the fact that I was an uninteresting, ugly loser.
To be fair though, "you don't talk much do you?" Is probably the worst thing you can say to a quiet person.