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{{Greentext| | {{Greentext|>In pauses between mouthfuls, we start talking | ||
>start to learn a bit more about her | |||
>learn she’s a foodie (likes complex and artistic foods and flavors) | |||
>learn about her hometown (small town girl) | |||
>learn she has a favorite color? | |||
>learn she wasn’t always blind | |||
>...she suddenly looks sad | |||
>quickly change the subject | |||
>to... me... | |||
>ohshitniggawhatareyoudoing.jpg | |||
>try NOT to be a loser for once | |||
>tell her about my MBA... DON’T tell her it took 3 years to complete a 1-2 year degree | |||
>tell her about my job... DON’T tell her I basically babysit “working” teenagers for a living | |||
>Tell her about my childhood... DON’T tell her about dead parents | |||
>as a last ditch, tell her about my uncle... DON’T FUCKING TELL HER ABOUT DEAD PARENTS! | |||
>conversation feels good | |||
>partway into the meal, she flails out and grabs my arm | |||
>tells me she’s really enjoying herself | |||
>Suddenly feel like crying again | |||
>...the fuck is wrong with me?! | |||
>Before I know it, it’s time to go | |||
>toosoon.png | |||
>she holds out her credit card for the waiter to take | |||
>quietly swap cards for mine | |||
>I’m not making a blind girl pay for my dinner | |||
>Besides, I know she only came as an apology | |||
>waiter returns a minute later and hands me my card | |||
>quietly have him hand hers back | |||
>I sign and tip on the receipt | |||
>waiter has her sign the customer copy | |||
>I expect her to bail and catch a ride any second to go home | |||
>Instead she asks me to lead her out | |||
>waiting awkwardly in the parking lot | |||
>expect someone to swing around to pick her up | |||
>...aany second now | |||
>...she asks if I forgot where I parked | |||
>realize I’m her ride hometown | |||
>remember the back seat of my car is filled with garbage | |||
>...probably smelly garbage | |||
>...remember blind people have heightened sense of smell | |||
>shitfuck.jpg | |||
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{{Greentext| | {{Greentext|>I help jessica into my car | ||
>I’m so nervous, I drop my keys ...TWICE | |||
>get in, start crappy car, and start driving | |||
>hot girl in car | |||
>replaying date in my head, wondering how badly did I fuck this up? | |||
>completely distracted | |||
>go on autopilot | |||
>wind up driving home to uncles house | |||
>Turn car around, apologize | |||
>remember Jessica is blind | |||
>...explain I went on autopilot and drove to the wrong house | |||
>drive away | |||
>try to make small talk | |||
>start talking about family ...about my DEAD FREAKING PARENTS!!! | |||
>autopilot car across town to my work-place ...FUCK! | |||
>apologize again ...then explain how I accdentally drove to work | |||
>killme.now | |||
>...realize I have no fucking clue where she lives | |||
>I’ve literally been driving for thirty minutes without a destination | |||
>ask her for her address | |||
>go to put address in phone’s gps ...my battery’s dead | |||
>ask her for directions ...immediately regret asking a blind person for directions | |||
>Ask if I can borrow her phone ...she hands me a flip phone ...immediately regret asking a BLIND PERSON to borrow their PHONE!!! | |||
>by this point Jessica is stifling a laugh so hard it’s leaking out of her phenomenal ass. | |||
>break down laughing | |||
>we laugh for a solid ten minutes | |||
>Jessica finally calls a friend for help | |||
>Her friend winds up giving us directions over the phone | |||
>We laugh all the way back to her apartment | |||
>feeling much better by the time we get there | |||
>feeling good enough about things to walk her up | |||
>she takes my arm and I escort her up her steps | |||
>strange pause outside | |||
>out of nowhere, she tells me she knows I paid ...HOW?!? | |||
>she wont tell me | |||
>instead she puts her hand out and touches my arm | |||
>works her hand up my arm and touches my face | |||
>wonder if she’s trying to “see” me ...nope | |||
>once she finds my face, she stands up on her toes and gives me a little kiss on my cheek | |||
>Tells me she had fun | |||
>tells me not to make my uncle call next time | |||
>enters her house | |||
>I just stand there completely befuddled | |||
>...there’s a next time? | |||
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Revision as of 02:17, 3 January 2021
Time for a feels thread ya beautiful /b/astards
>Be me
>ten years old when a group of cops show up at my house
>Baby sitter’s freaking out
>...they’re here for me
>...Mom and Dad are dead
>my life ended at ten fucking years old because of some fucking ass-hat with a .20 BAC
>my uncle picks me up the next day
>move to his place in another state
>I feel constantly alone
>don’t have friends
>no enemies either
>I don’t even have any bullies
>I’m so invisible to the world, I might as well be part of the cosmic background radiation.
>fast forward twelve years
>22yo kissless beta loser struggling with depression
>still living with my uncle
>He’s a good guy
>tries to point me in good directions
>got me through high school and college
>even helped me land a decent job! though I lost it a week later
>can’t fault him for MY shitty life
>the day after losing my job he takes me to some sandwich place to try to cheer me up
>foods good
>always eat too much
>We get a seat outside
>It’s a nice day
>random bump on the arm and suddenly I’m drenched in ice water
>Thisismylifenow.jpg
>look up and see 9/10, SMOKING hot Stacy apologizing emphatically
>she’s not looking at me
>she’s apologizing to the air
>...seems about right
>I don’t even react
>even if it WASN’T on purpose, I probably deserved it
>multiple servers show up, with wads of paper towels
>feel bad for making them work harder than they should have for a loser like me
>stacy looks mortified
>still apologizing to the air
>looks like she’s getting upset
>uncle kicks me under the table
>points at something shes holding
>...a walking cane?
>...she’s blind
>feel even worse
>I quickly get up and apologize for ignoring her
>she reaches out unexpectedly and takes hold of my arm
>...the fuck?!
>she apologizes again for dumping her water on me
>reply “I’m used to it”
>stupidstupidstupid
>she smiles warmly
>introduces herself
>Her name is Jessica
>uncle offers her a seat
>she cant, has to leave
>takes out her purse and pulls something out
>flails for a second and grabs my hand
>her skin feels...so nice
>puts something in my palm
>...it’s her card
>tells me to call her and she’ll make it up to me
>another stacy appears, they lock arms
>Jessica says godbye...sweetly
>they leave
>check out the card
>it feels weird
>uncle says its braille
>I don’t know braille
>pocket the card
>no way I’m going to call, but it feels good to be treated like a human being by someone OTHER than my uncle for once
>decide to save it for a rope day
>a couple of weeks go by and my uncle sits me down with the “we need to talk” look
>just started a new job
>figure he’s going to give me a rally speech
>he’s a good-guy Greg, has a knack for making me feel better
>he tells me he took Jessica’s card from my room ...tells me he called Jessica
>thefuckyoudobitch.jpg
>get this, he told her, “Anon’s really shy, but if you get to know him, he’s really a great guy!”
>liesandslander.jpg
>worse yet, they set a dinner date for that. fucking. night.
>panic.exe
>took an hour to calm down
>start to think about my life
>haven’t had a date in...ever.
>fuck it, she’s blind
>whats the worst that can happen?
>Take first shower in a week
>put on deodorant
>remember hearing that blind people have super smell
>...put on MORE deodorant
>Drive shitty ford escort to the restaurant
>same place where she dumped ice water on me
>figures
>first contact is pretty awkward
>she’s even prettier than I remember
>5’9. DARK brown hair. 120lbs, lovely pair of Ds ...yoga pants ...dat. ASS.
>she’s already ordered, so I just just order the house burger
>she laughs
>Feelsbadman.jpg
>ask what’s funny
>tells me she ordered the same thing
>says “we already have something in common”
>suddenly feel that “human connection” thing
>it’s obviously a charity date, but she’s pretty and it feels good to smile
>decide to play along and enjoy the feels
>actually put forward some effort
>I try to tell some jokes
>Im terrible at telling jokes
>...she laughs anyway
>...kinda feel like crying
>Food arrives and I dig in
>food is always good
>Then I realize, she can HEAR me eating ...I feel gross
>swallow hard and apologize profusely
>she just smiles and starts wolfing down on her burger
>we’re not talking quick little bitch-bites with fast chewing
>oh no, we’re talking: jaw hinges open and half a slaughtered calf enters the gaping maw of toothy hell
>thisishowIdie.jpg
>In pauses between mouthfuls, we start talking
>start to learn a bit more about her
>learn she’s a foodie (likes complex and artistic foods and flavors)
>learn about her hometown (small town girl)
>learn she has a favorite color?
>learn she wasn’t always blind
>...she suddenly looks sad
>quickly change the subject
>to... me...
>ohshitniggawhatareyoudoing.jpg
>try NOT to be a loser for once
>tell her about my MBA... DON’T tell her it took 3 years to complete a 1-2 year degree
>tell her about my job... DON’T tell her I basically babysit “working” teenagers for a living
>Tell her about my childhood... DON’T tell her about dead parents
>as a last ditch, tell her about my uncle... DON’T FUCKING TELL HER ABOUT DEAD PARENTS!
>conversation feels good
>partway into the meal, she flails out and grabs my arm
>tells me she’s really enjoying herself
>Suddenly feel like crying again
>...the fuck is wrong with me?!
>Before I know it, it’s time to go
>toosoon.png
>she holds out her credit card for the waiter to take
>quietly swap cards for mine
>I’m not making a blind girl pay for my dinner
>Besides, I know she only came as an apology
>waiter returns a minute later and hands me my card
>quietly have him hand hers back
>I sign and tip on the receipt
>waiter has her sign the customer copy
>I expect her to bail and catch a ride any second to go home
>Instead she asks me to lead her out
>waiting awkwardly in the parking lot
>expect someone to swing around to pick her up
>...aany second now
>...she asks if I forgot where I parked
>realize I’m her ride hometown
>remember the back seat of my car is filled with garbage
>...probably smelly garbage
>...remember blind people have heightened sense of smell
>shitfuck.jpg
>I help jessica into my car
>I’m so nervous, I drop my keys ...TWICE
>get in, start crappy car, and start driving
>hot girl in car
>replaying date in my head, wondering how badly did I fuck this up?
>completely distracted
>go on autopilot
>wind up driving home to uncles house
>Turn car around, apologize
>remember Jessica is blind
>...explain I went on autopilot and drove to the wrong house
>drive away
>try to make small talk
>start talking about family ...about my DEAD FREAKING PARENTS!!!
>autopilot car across town to my work-place ...FUCK!
>apologize again ...then explain how I accdentally drove to work
>killme.now
>...realize I have no fucking clue where she lives
>I’ve literally been driving for thirty minutes without a destination
>ask her for her address
>go to put address in phone’s gps ...my battery’s dead
>ask her for directions ...immediately regret asking a blind person for directions
>Ask if I can borrow her phone ...she hands me a flip phone ...immediately regret asking a BLIND PERSON to borrow their PHONE!!!
>by this point Jessica is stifling a laugh so hard it’s leaking out of her phenomenal ass.
>break down laughing
>we laugh for a solid ten minutes
>Jessica finally calls a friend for help
>Her friend winds up giving us directions over the phone
>We laugh all the way back to her apartment
>feeling much better by the time we get there
>feeling good enough about things to walk her up
>she takes my arm and I escort her up her steps
>strange pause outside
>out of nowhere, she tells me she knows I paid ...HOW?!?
>she wont tell me
>instead she puts her hand out and touches my arm
>works her hand up my arm and touches my face
>wonder if she’s trying to “see” me ...nope
>once she finds my face, she stands up on her toes and gives me a little kiss on my cheek
>Tells me she had fun
>tells me not to make my uncle call next time
>enters her house
>I just stand there completely befuddled
>...there’s a next time?
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