A true tale of Inspiration
Went to a club at 27 (its been a while).
All these cute girls were dancing by me and grabbing my ass almost every time they walked by.
My extremely regretful introverted self made no attempt to acknowledge anything that was going on around me (cant hide from blushing).
They would sit right next to me and I'd act like "hey I'm watching the static on the tv where the game is supposed to be, durr".
One girl asked me if i was a celebrity, and my reply was "nope, just look like one".
The more i ignored them the more the girls came around and started going more crazy, getting all grabby and stuff, I've never felt so meat like.
So to end the story with no cliffhanger whatsoever.
I went home by myself half drunk and alone.
TADA!
Hope this helped everyone else feel at least 1% less pathetic than I do.
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