LA Fisher
Banned
Great body, 6'2 and I have an awesome personality. Up until three years ago my nick name was sticky fingaz. Some still call me that though. I suffered from strabismus which caused me to have a cockeye. All my life I was made fun of for it so I tried my hardest to be perfect in every other area. The only thing that gave me confidence was wearing sunglasses.
On myspace I used to photoshop my eye
. One night I went on a dinner date with this female who I had been talking to for months. She wasn't even all that but it was nice to finally be making progress. Not just sex, I wanted a relationship. Before we ordered I went to the bathroom and said fukk it. I wasn't gonna walk back out there with sunglasses on 
. Glasses came off and I was ready.
I felt alive, liberated and nothing would stop me. I knew tonight was the night like Betty Wright and I'd be chilling. She would accept me for me. She had come to far. I strutted back to our table and she watched me like a hawk. I was dressed very well so her staring at me like she wanted to rape me was not surprising. The closer I got the more I noticed her expression changed.
I sat down at the table and knew I fukked up. This broad went the fukk off on me
. She said "uh uh uh no" "I'm sorry but no". She said I wasn't straight up with her about my "condition" She told me to my face that she would of never talked to me if she knew about it. She walked out right in my face.
It's been years since that happened but taught me a valuable lesson. Women really do give a shyt about looks brehs. The first few weeks after getting surgery to correct my eye I felt so weird. It was odd not wearing sun glasses everywhere or keeping my head turnt to my good side while a cute cashier rang me up. I got a lot of puss that first year. Then one day it hit me, these same hoes wouldn't be fukkin with me back when I had my messed up eye. It made me look at people differently. You guys wonder why I make those "such and such is a DIME" threads. Most of the time the women aren't all that pretty but I learned that it's whats on the inside that counts. I was born that way and couldn't help it but no fukks were given. Next time you wanna shyt on a person for something they can't control, just stop.
On myspace I used to photoshop my eye
. One night I went on a dinner date with this female who I had been talking to for months. She wasn't even all that but it was nice to finally be making progress. Not just sex, I wanted a relationship. Before we ordered I went to the bathroom and said fukk it. I wasn't gonna walk back out there with sunglasses on . Glasses came off and I was ready.
I felt alive, liberated and nothing would stop me. I knew tonight was the night like Betty Wright and I'd be chilling. She would accept me for me. She had come to far. I strutted back to our table and she watched me like a hawk. I was dressed very well so her staring at me like she wanted to rape me was not surprising. The closer I got the more I noticed her expression changed.
I sat down at the table and knew I fukked up. This broad went the fukk off on me
. She said "uh uh uh no" "I'm sorry but no". She said I wasn't straight up with her about my "condition" She told me to my face that she would of never talked to me if she knew about it. She walked out right in my face.
It's been years since that happened but taught me a valuable lesson. Women really do give a shyt about looks brehs. The first few weeks after getting surgery to correct my eye I felt so weird. It was odd not wearing sun glasses everywhere or keeping my head turnt to my good side while a cute cashier rang me up. I got a lot of puss that first year. Then one day it hit me, these same hoes wouldn't be fukkin with me back when I had my messed up eye. It made me look at people differently. You guys wonder why I make those "such and such is a DIME" threads. Most of the time the women aren't all that pretty but I learned that it's whats on the inside that counts. I was born that way and couldn't help it but no fukks were given. Next time you wanna shyt on a person for something they can't control, just stop.
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I don't think I was too good at hiding my surprise 
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