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would you prefer to be:
A) better looking
than the aesthetic mean?
on the other hand, if you are hotter then you might think "I can probably do better"
I am this shallow.
If so...personality doesn't translate in a photo...so I'd rather be considered a sexy little bitch.
personality = so overrated.
Why would you want to be uglier?
so you can congratulate yourself for infiltrating the world of the beautiful people and deflowering one of their tribe!
....only if she considered you the best she'd ever had.
because then it's more likely that they've 'settled' and you needn't worry about having to find someone else again in the future
...he meant the average aesthetic.
Mean wasn't an option.
That wouldn't be creepy at all.
so don't really do much stalking. but the other night, me and a pal stayed up all night and got to the facebooking...
anyway....we came across a girl i used to go out with...she was always pretty attractive but now she is like, stupid good looking...the sort of girl i'd stare at all night in a bar and whine that i could never bag her.
anyway...it put me into a tailspin and i was all...'shit man, there is no way i could get a girl that hot now'.*
and then i saw another girl i went out with, who isn't looking so hot, and that made me feel better.
so yeah, B).
also, i remembered a girl i got off with when i was 18 the other day...and she's like...one of the best looking girls i've ever seen in real life...i couldn't believe my luck at the time. anyway, that put me into a tailspin of 'shit..she'd never get off with me nowadays'
basically it's always a pain when girls i've encountered in the past are still smokin' and i continue to decompose.
*the pain was somewhat alleviated by seeing that she is going out with a bender who looks like a pound stretcher prince harry
i'm still not sure it wasn't a dare on her part, or a dream on mine.
we were in the brush, most people had gone home but i think i sensed something amazing was about to happen so stayed with carmein. anyway, she keeps giving me the eye and then we get to the talking. i can't remember much of the conversation...something about the beatles i think. anyway...she went to give me her phone number, but i'd left my phone in katie's car! so she gives me a funny look like i'm lying, and we have to settle for me giving her my number. anyway, we snogged because all her friends were waiting to go, but then i got an erection and had to try and hide my cock when i stood up infront of her friends to say bye.
anyway...she left and never called or txt or anything. painful. i think it might've been the dissapointment at my trouser bulge being so minimal.
It's probably nice that it was left as a wonderful memory marinated in rose tinted nostalgia.
A memory ripe for re-telling on a sub-par internet forum inhabited by grammar boffins and music snobs.
i ruined my chances with the hottest girl i've ever snogged by leaving my phone in a car, before proceeding to get an erection with my below par penis infront of her douche friends.
it's not really a death beder.
...and this was without utilizing your punctilious nature to fine-tooth-comb every single text you sent to her or get through whole bottles of gin while blubbering at your typewriter.
You kissed...she ran. That's how we do it.
also you would prefer to be the last partner he had if you really liked him
I'm currently reading a book about Fred and Mae West.
It's interesting, although i'm getting little sleep.
Either that's the strangest dual-biography in existence, or you aint paying attention.