This was the story of my life in high school. I was really short and assumed I'd hit it off with women who were "in the margins" so to speak.
Wrong. They were nasty. And mean. 100 percent.
And then in my senior year they found I was missing a health class credit from freshman year, so they placed me in a health class filled with freshman girls. Each one was more beautiful than the next.
This where I learned nice-looking women are usually better suited for dating since they have fewer anger issues: "Do you need help catching up on an assignment?" "Hey -- you know my brother!" "I love your sweater!!"
I took almost every girl in the class at one time or another to a different party and got a rep as a ladies man, funny enough. It was smooth sailing from there, and within months my biggest problem was keeping one girl (blonde cheerleader) from knowing I was dating another (brunette hottie).
The nasty, fugly girls that rejected me are now fat divorced loser pigs whose Facebook photos would cause this forum to crash if I posted them. Stay away from them. If you think they're bad now, imagine 20 years down the road after a couple of kids and moron husbands.
Wrong. They were nasty. And mean. 100 percent.
And then in my senior year they found I was missing a health class credit from freshman year, so they placed me in a health class filled with freshman girls. Each one was more beautiful than the next.
This where I learned nice-looking women are usually better suited for dating since they have fewer anger issues: "Do you need help catching up on an assignment?" "Hey -- you know my brother!" "I love your sweater!!"
I took almost every girl in the class at one time or another to a different party and got a rep as a ladies man, funny enough. It was smooth sailing from there, and within months my biggest problem was keeping one girl (blonde cheerleader) from knowing I was dating another (brunette hottie).
The nasty, fugly girls that rejected me are now fat divorced loser pigs whose Facebook photos would cause this forum to crash if I posted them. Stay away from them. If you think they're bad now, imagine 20 years down the road after a couple of kids and moron husbands.