I work in fine dining as a cook, 9am-7pm five days a week. By the time i get home in the evening, it's time for bed. This shyt is killing my body and soul.
Met a Christian woman a year and a half ago volunteering at a charity, fell in love with her at first sight, and made a promise to pursue no one else but her. Problem is, by the time I gathered up the courage to ask her out (few weeks ago), she had been accepted to a graduate program in another city.
What's worse, after i asked her out, she told me she was concerned about me and gave me a list of drop in therapists that i could see.
After not seeing her for a min, I realized I was only into her bc she was the only person who showed me kindness during a rough period in my life. I really shut down/rejected around 5 female coworkers who want/wanted to fukk. For no reason other than this weird delusion i had that me and this chick were going to end up marrying each other.

Love makes a man do weird things, brehs. I wish i was a dog but I'm just a softie.