To the hipster dude who did my lesbian roommate that one time
Despite my feminine appearance, I have a long history of having dated nerds/geeks. Some of them played table top RPGs, some were programmers, most of them were socially awkward. I am a nerd. I have mad nerd pride. I learn things for no good reason, think science is the coolest thing EVAR, sometimes snort when I laugh, and get the XKCD jokes. Perhaps it was the black-framed glasses and my state of well-groomedness, but you had somehow mistaken me for a Reg. And then you DISPARAGED MY PEOPLE.
This is unforgivable. Nerds have long suffered at the hands of jocks and at the jabs of hipsters like yourself. I don't tolerate that shit. Weighing in at around 145 pounds and spending your days flipping through vinyls and sketching in your Moleskin leads me to believe that I can totally take you in a fist fight. Or simply mess up your faux hawk and send you packing on your fixed-gear, singing My Chemical Romance to yourself through the tears leaking out under your aviator sunglasses.
From that moment on, I refused to talk to you. I stopped calling you by your name and, instead, began referring to you as "Toolbox."
My roommate, who was desperate for attention, wanted to be friends with you. She scoffed at my suggestion that you were only hanging around to get in her pants. Her dating life has been not-so-great since we moved to Austin. She either skipped, or was asleep during, the life lesson on humility. That's fine for dudes because she has big knockers, but women have been less receptive, and I suspect that it has something to do with all conversations being steered towards her. As she is new to the whole "lesbian thing" I can forgive her for falling of the cootch wagon and sleeping with a guy or two along the trail. But why, oh sweet Jesus why, did it have to be you?
After that one time you did my lesbian roommate, you didn't come a callin'. I sometimes lie awake at night and speculate... Was it just for the thrill of the lesbian conquest? Cock beats all? Or was it because she did the pretty girl I'm-going-to-lay-here-like-a-dead-fish-while-you-do-me thing? I accept that correlation does not necessarily indicate causation but I'm highly suspicious of your intentions, sir. Either way, she has instead chosen to blame me for your recent attendance record.
Even if that were the case, your fear of me was only powerful enough to keep you away after you dipped it in my vag gnoshing roommie. Thank you for making domestic relations difficult.
This interaction has only reinforced the judgments I pass on people in skinny jeans.
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