Isle of Sippy
it's so good
- Apr 6, 2024
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I have a retarded high inhib story I thought I might share, just because it's lame and hasn't left me.
I was 15 back then and still living with my mother and sister, and for some braindead reason, we decided to get pet rats (satanic creatures that destroy your belongings). My mom looked online for sellers and we found a fat foid that was selling baby rats, so we got a cage and went to her place to get ourselves 2 females.
For context, I was a homeschooled autist that had yet to start (UK) college. No self-esteem; no friends; no bitches; no game (still hasn't changed).
We arrive in front of the place, where that middle-aged foid leads us down some convoluted ascending alleyway that somehow reaches the second floor of the house complex; then, we walk through the kitchen and past some stairs to reach an average-sized UK living room (shoebox) with a window overseeing the street from whence we came.
I notice that there's also a young foid (also 15) sitting on a couch in the room, and my awkward ass just avoids looking at her completely for the entire interaction between my mother and the seller.
I stand beside my mom like a neutered puppy with Down syndrome for the whole encounter and listen to their convo. They somehow end up talking about me briefly (I think the foid seller liked me) and it's really awkward. She asks if I have a girlfriend and my mom answers that it's not my thing, after which the fat foid assures her that I'll get around to it soon because "I'm at that age" (right
). A transaction is made and she begins to walk us out.
The couch is right next to the door, and as we walk past, as most would, I decide to catch a look at the younger foid.
Turns out, she is also looking directly into my fucking soul, and I shit you not, my lowly ass got struck with love at first sight. I got so pent up in an instant, I bet if I stayed any longer we would've jumped on each other (fakecel problems).
Of course, we end up back on the street in front of their house with the old foid making pleasantries and saying goodbye, but my brain is understandably highjacked, so I stare up at their window, and guess fucking what? That cute emo hottie with short bleached hair (don't judge me) is looking back at me. That's probably the most tension I've felt in my entire existence.
She hides herself like a kid as soon as I look, then peeks and hides again. I wave at her when she looks back, and we end up waving at each other and smiling like morons. I remember her still looking at me through that window as I walked away, even after our hands had come down.
I could've rushed back in at any point and asked for her name, her number or whatever, and I would've bagged 100%; but I didn't. I just looked on like a powerless manlet as she slipped away from my field of vision, and we parted forever.
I later found her mother's Facebook and saved the only pic of her daughter she had posted, but it all meant nothing. I was left with a void in my soul like an edgy retard and no way to atone. I tried to find her socials for days, but never did (skill issue).
I know this looks like a shitpost, so I won't blame you if you don't believe me.
I hope it was somewhat relatable to someone, or that you can at least make fun of me for being subhuman.
She would've left me sooner or later, but I honestly feel like anything would've been better than living with regret.
(inb4 I regret posting this)
I was 15 back then and still living with my mother and sister, and for some braindead reason, we decided to get pet rats (satanic creatures that destroy your belongings). My mom looked online for sellers and we found a fat foid that was selling baby rats, so we got a cage and went to her place to get ourselves 2 females.
For context, I was a homeschooled autist that had yet to start (UK) college. No self-esteem; no friends; no bitches; no game (still hasn't changed).
We arrive in front of the place, where that middle-aged foid leads us down some convoluted ascending alleyway that somehow reaches the second floor of the house complex; then, we walk through the kitchen and past some stairs to reach an average-sized UK living room (shoebox) with a window overseeing the street from whence we came.
I notice that there's also a young foid (also 15) sitting on a couch in the room, and my awkward ass just avoids looking at her completely for the entire interaction between my mother and the seller.
I stand beside my mom like a neutered puppy with Down syndrome for the whole encounter and listen to their convo. They somehow end up talking about me briefly (I think the foid seller liked me) and it's really awkward. She asks if I have a girlfriend and my mom answers that it's not my thing, after which the fat foid assures her that I'll get around to it soon because "I'm at that age" (right
). A transaction is made and she begins to walk us out.The couch is right next to the door, and as we walk past, as most would, I decide to catch a look at the younger foid.
Turns out, she is also looking directly into my fucking soul, and I shit you not, my lowly ass got struck with love at first sight. I got so pent up in an instant, I bet if I stayed any longer we would've jumped on each other (fakecel problems
).Of course, we end up back on the street in front of their house with the old foid making pleasantries and saying goodbye, but my brain is understandably highjacked, so I stare up at their window, and guess fucking what? That cute emo hottie with short bleached hair (don't judge me
) is looking back at me. That's probably the most tension I've felt in my entire existence.She hides herself like a kid as soon as I look, then peeks and hides again. I wave at her when she looks back, and we end up waving at each other and smiling like morons. I remember her still looking at me through that window as I walked away, even after our hands had come down.
I could've rushed back in at any point and asked for her name, her number or whatever, and I would've bagged 100%; but I didn't. I just looked on like a powerless manlet as she slipped away from my field of vision, and we parted forever.
I later found her mother's Facebook and saved the only pic of her daughter she had posted, but it all meant nothing. I was left with a void in my soul like an edgy retard and no way to atone. I tried to find her socials for days, but never did (skill issue).
I know this looks like a shitpost, so I won't blame you if you don't believe me.
I hope it was somewhat relatable to someone, or that you can at least make fun of me for being subhuman.
She would've left me sooner or later, but I honestly feel like anything would've been better than living with regret.
(inb4 I regret posting this
)
