I'm glad a Female finally recognizes how nerve wracking it can be to approach someone of the opposite sexIdk how men handle rejection. My ego could never take that shyt. Only time I've approached a man is if he's giving me signs he feels the same, otherwise I'm not risking it. I've already been low key rejected cause I'm too dark, too skinny, too tall, and it had me questioning myself, nikkas just go on with life though lol.
life was so hard being a skinny nikka back thenIts sad to see Rejection like this in a club
bytches shaking they ass and when nikkas try push up on it they like
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4th grade.
Gather all my balls and step to the girl I've been in love with since 1st grade.
Tell her I like her...she busts me out in front of the whole class with "WHAT? YOU THINK I'D GO OUT WITH YOU!?!?!".
They heard her on the adjacent hallway she was so loud.
The laughter was even louder...lasted for days.
Didn't speak for a month afterwards.
Didn't talk to girls for years.
7th grade, saw her in the hallway in middle school...pushed her down the stairs. Suspended.
8th grade, saw her in the lunchroom...put bleach in her food. Twice. Suspended.
Got sent to military school for...adjustment/reform.
Learned more ways to kill and hurt.
9th grade, saw her riding her bike with her little sister down a big hill in the neighborhood.
Picked up the smoothest rock I could find, gauged the distance according to her speed, and hurled it at her.
Hit her square in the back so hard she fell off the bike into traffic and almost got run over by a car coming up the hill.
11th grade, watched her home, figured out her patterns, targeted her from the rooftops with a hunting grade slingshot packed with nails.
Luckily...for the first time, I missed.
First year of college...
Run across her in the neighborhood and for some reason...she wants to be friends.
Walls destroyed, anger dissipated, completely unaware she has grown into her female predatory skills.
Go to the movies thinking everything is cool.
She tells me to walk first because it's dark...I go merrily down the aisle.
*BAM*
Pain in my back...my tailbone...dropped my drink....falling to my knees...turn around to see what...who...hit me.
She's standing over me looking down at me...says...
"And THAT is for hitting me with that rock!"
Helps me up and we watch our movie.
My ass hurts.

4th grade.
Gather all my balls and step to the girl I've been in love with since 1st grade.
Tell her I like her...she busts me out in front of the whole class with "WHAT? YOU THINK I'D GO OUT WITH YOU!?!?!".
They heard her on the adjacent hallway she was so loud.
The laughter was even louder...lasted for days.
Didn't speak for a month afterwards.
Didn't talk to girls for years.
7th grade, saw her in the hallway in middle school...pushed her down the stairs. Suspended.
8th grade, saw her in the lunchroom...put bleach in her food. Twice. Suspended.
Got sent to military school for...adjustment/reform.
Learned more ways to kill and hurt.
9th grade, saw her riding her bike with her little sister down a big hill in the neighborhood.
Picked up the smoothest rock I could find, gauged the distance according to her speed, and hurled it at her.
Hit her square in the back so hard she fell off the bike into traffic and almost got run over by a car coming up the hill.
11th grade, watched her home, figured out her patterns, targeted her from the rooftops with a hunting grade slingshot packed with nails.
Luckily...for the first time, I missed.
First year of college...
Run across her in the neighborhood and for some reason...she wants to be friends.
Walls destroyed, anger dissipated, completely unaware she has grown into her female predatory skills.
Go to the movies thinking everything is cool.
She tells me to walk first because it's dark...I go merrily down the aisle.
*BAM*
Pain in my back...my tailbone...dropped my drink....falling to my knees...turn around to see what...who...hit me.
She's standing over me looking down at me...says...
"And THAT is for hitting me with that rock!"
Helps me up and we watch our movie.
My ass hurts.

Yeah its happend to me, nobody's immune you just gotta charge it to gameWon't lie that happened to me once. Ever since then always been apprehensive about just getting all up on random women the FEW times i go to a club and/or party.



