Somewhere....
Some poor guy isn't getting laid because I am. It appears that women like me, and men like those women most of the time. Feeling bad is human nature in these times, or is it because of my unstability?
Earlier tonight I was at work. Working, working, working. Some freinds came in, apparently they had ditched a guy with a known crush on one of them. They laughed about it.
Later, I got off work and went outside to my car. The people that came into my job were in my car. They were laughing and having a ball and one of them told me that they had answered the phone when the guy called and without any other words said: "You're not going anywhere, you're creepy, M (i'll call her "m," it's not like you know her but whatever) likes Nate (being myself.)
Anyways, the point I'm getting to is, I'm a wingman. My entire purpose is to prevent people from getting laid. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I do get a fair slice of pie when I need it. But how long is it before someone decides to kill me? They say the guy is creepy, but he's a nice guy. He doesn't deserve to be vilified publicly, right?
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