Success I fell in love with a girl in the supermarket

UglyBastard

UglyBastard

Kyrie, fons bonitatis
Mar 28, 2023
1,888
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Today I decided to write because my heart doesn't seem to fit inside itself - and at the same time, it overflows with a melancholy that still confuses me. I confess it was a single moment in the supermarket, but I swear it seemed to last an eternity, as if the soul had freed itself from the body and began to hover over everything. I, a man marked by loneliness and a fear of getting close to people, found myself in a whirlwind of sensations that I never thought I would experience.

I arrived at the supermarket early, almost unwilling to talk to anyone. All I had on my mind was my daily worries and the sleepless rush of surviving another day. As soon as I walked through the glass door, however, I bumped into her. A young woman, so fair-skinned that the contrast with her red hair stunned me. And before I could swallow and lower my gaze, she said, with a smile that emanated softness: ‘Good morning.’ God knows what that meant to me - it was like a ray of sunshine pierced my chest, splitting it into a thousand pieces of unexpected joy. Such an ordinary greeting for many, but for me it sounded like the most sublime song I've ever heard.

I realised that my legs were shaking as I pretended to pick biscuits off the shelf. I felt like a spectator of myself, observing from the outside a disturbed man, unable to say a simple ‘Good morning’ back without his face blushing. And yet there I was, trying in vain to disguise the childish excitement that was invading me. My insides were screaming: ‘Go up to her, say something, don't let this moment slip through your fingers!’ But I, trapped in my ancestral shyness, just squinted, trying to muster up the courage to go up to the till. When I finally approached, she looked up again, and I could see the shyness reflected in her big, light-brown eyes - as if she also felt a slight embarrassment at talking to me.

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Until then, everything had seemed like a dream. However, life sometimes takes pity on the weak: she asked for my name and phone number for the monthly supermarket raffle. Those few words, spoken almost without pretence, tore my insecurity apart for a brief second and gave me encouragement. I filled in the coupon and, before handing it back, I risked the request that was hammering away in my head: ‘Could I have yours too?’ I almost choked, fearing her reaction or even a strange look. But instead, the shy smile returned to her face, even more delicate. ‘I don't usually give out my WhatsApp, but I can give you my Instagram if you like.’ That was enough to send me into a state of silent euphoria; it was as if I'd suddenly found myself in the centre of her world.

With the @ written down on my mobile phone, I said goodbye with such eagerness that I dropped a few coins. She laughed, a sweet laugh, and nodded slightly before going to the next person in the queue. I walked away with my heart racing, feeling both great and pathetic. Great because, in all my reclusive life, I had never dared to go that far; pathetic because my mind was already conjuring up the idea that, in all likelihood, that young woman, just entering adulthood, would never be interested in someone as... old, fat, ugly, brown, rancid ordinary as me.

In the days that followed, anticipation took over my routine. Everything revolved around my mobile phone, the notifications that didn't arrive, the messages - first discreet, then lengthy - that I sent in an attempt to make contact. ‘Hi, remember me? I really liked your smile...’ And then nothing. A second, bolder text: ‘I think there's something special about you, something that made me feel a little reborn.’ There was no reply either. With each failure, my chest would heave, as if overcome by an almost desperate anguish, and I'd ask myself: ‘Could it be that my feelings, so intense, are nothing more than a breath without an echo in her heart?

I write all this in the hope that other insecure NEETS will find in this story a trace of courage. The courage to try, even if everything seems delusional. The courage to risk a request for contact, even at the great risk of subsequent silence. Because, even if I didn't get a reply, even if the memory of that ‘Good morning’ turns into a handful of painful nostalgia, I feel that something has changed in me. For a brief second, I experienced the thrill of feeling alive, of knowing I was capable of dreaming. And whether that dream was fulfilled or not doesn't matter - because sometimes all it takes is a spark of joy in the middle of a grey life to rekindle our faith in a future that, until then, seemed incomprehensible to us.

So I end this story with a slightly calmer heart, although still wounded by the lack of an answer. Perhaps it will never come. Perhaps I'll continue to feel the slight tremor in my hands every time I remember that tender smile that welcomed me in the supermarket. But if life is made up of fragments, then I cling to this one - a fragment of courage and hope that, who knows, may light not only my path, but that of everyone who finds themselves trapped in their own shyness. One step at a time, habibi, that's all I need to keep going. And if I ever meet the girl again, perhaps I can thank her for having shown me, albeit unintentionally, that there is more to me than I realised. And I wonder if I should meet her again.
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Pale God

Pale God

Genius
Feb 21, 2023
5,443
Well, after reading everything it seems like this could have happened since it‘s so pathetic.

At least when I approached the first cashier I talked to she texted back and we met a couple of times even if she just wanted to friendzone me in the end. I ended that „friendship“ in about a week or two anyway by texting her to show me her shaved pussy and other stuff I don‘t remember and told her she has daddy issues.
 
鬼のダーク

鬼のダーク

ひきこもり
Sep 9, 2024
275
Well, after reading everything it seems like this could have happened since it‘s so pathetic.

At least when I approached the first cashier I talked to she texted back and we met a couple of times even if she just wanted to friendzone me in the end. I ended that „friendship“ in about a week or two anyway by texting her to show me her shaved pussy and other stuff I don‘t remember and told her she has daddy issues.
How the fuk did you get a random whore to meet up? Did u blow it cus u just didn't Escalate or some shit?
Cus even when a girls interested she still wouldn't meet up
 
Jobless

Jobless

NEET
Oct 15, 2024
668
Over boyo...She's being paid to be nice to you as part of her job as a service worker. You're most likely not the first person who asked for her socials and won't be the last...

Still there's a chance she miiight respond tho.
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λ-calculus

λ-calculus

Documenting my journey to the sewer
Oct 24, 2023
1,436
Are you a regular at that supermarket? Or like is it close by? I used to have a crush on the cashier at the store next to my house, she was beautiful with some goldilocks. Unfortunately I never talked to her. One time I bought condoms and she was the one behind the register, I thought maybe it made me look cool, but if only she knew I was going to use them on a cheap prostitute...
 
UglyBastard

UglyBastard

Kyrie, fons bonitatis
Mar 28, 2023
1,888
Are you a regular at that supermarket? Or like is it close by? I used to have a crush on the cashier at the store next to my house, she was beautiful with some goldilocks. Unfortunately I never talked to her. One time I bought condoms and she was the one behind the register, I thought maybe it made me look cool, but if only she knew I was going to use them on a cheap prostitute...
I'm not a regular, but I went there like 2 or 3 times before, but it was the first time I saw her. I plan to go there this week so I can see her again. She might no remember me, but just by looking at her is enough to make my day better.
 
Rebbington

Rebbington

👹
Aug 12, 2021
4,636
View attachment 186610Today I decided to write because my heart doesn't seem to fit inside itself - and at the same time, it overflows with a melancholy that still confuses me. I confess it was a single moment in the supermarket, but I swear it seemed to last an eternity, as if the soul had freed itself from the body and began to hover over everything. I, a man marked by loneliness and a fear of getting close to people, found myself in a whirlwind of sensations that I never thought I would experience.

I arrived at the supermarket early, almost unwilling to talk to anyone. All I had on my mind was my daily worries and the sleepless rush of surviving another day. As soon as I walked through the glass door, however, I bumped into her. A young woman, so fair-skinned that the contrast with her red hair stunned me. And before I could swallow and lower my gaze, she said, with a smile that emanated softness: ‘Good morning.’ God knows what that meant to me - it was like a ray of sunshine pierced my chest, splitting it into a thousand pieces of unexpected joy. Such an ordinary greeting for many, but for me it sounded like the most sublime song I've ever heard.

I realised that my legs were shaking as I pretended to pick biscuits off the shelf. I felt like a spectator of myself, observing from the outside a disturbed man, unable to say a simple ‘Good morning’ back without his face blushing. And yet there I was, trying in vain to disguise the childish excitement that was invading me. My insides were screaming: ‘Go up to her, say something, don't let this moment slip through your fingers!’ But I, trapped in my ancestral shyness, just squinted, trying to muster up the courage to go up to the till. When I finally approached, she looked up again, and I could see the shyness reflected in her big, light-brown eyes - as if she also felt a slight embarrassment at talking to me.

View attachment 186611Until then, everything had seemed like a dream. However, life sometimes takes pity on the weak: she asked for my name and phone number for the monthly supermarket raffle. Those few words, spoken almost without pretence, tore my insecurity apart for a brief second and gave me encouragement. I filled in the coupon and, before handing it back, I risked the request that was hammering away in my head: ‘Could I have yours too?’ I almost choked, fearing her reaction or even a strange look. But instead, the shy smile returned to her face, even more delicate. ‘I don't usually give out my WhatsApp, but I can give you my Instagram if you like.’ That was enough to send me into a state of silent euphoria; it was as if I'd suddenly found myself in the centre of her world.

With the @ written down on my mobile phone, I said goodbye with such eagerness that I dropped a few coins. She laughed, a sweet laugh, and nodded slightly before going to the next person in the queue. I walked away with my heart racing, feeling both great and pathetic. Great because, in all my reclusive life, I had never dared to go that far; pathetic because my mind was already conjuring up the idea that, in all likelihood, that young woman, just entering adulthood, would never be interested in someone as... old, fat, ugly, brown, rancid ordinary as me.

In the days that followed, anticipation took over my routine. Everything revolved around my mobile phone, the notifications that didn't arrive, the messages - first discreet, then lengthy - that I sent in an attempt to make contact. ‘Hi, remember me? I really liked your smile...’ And then nothing. A second, bolder text: ‘I think there's something special about you, something that made me feel a little reborn.’ There was no reply either. With each failure, my chest would heave, as if overcome by an almost desperate anguish, and I'd ask myself: ‘Could it be that my feelings, so intense, are nothing more than a breath without an echo in her heart?

I write all this in the hope that other insecure NEETS will find in this story a trace of courage. The courage to try, even if everything seems delusional. The courage to risk a request for contact, even at the great risk of subsequent silence. Because, even if I didn't get a reply, even if the memory of that ‘Good morning’ turns into a handful of painful nostalgia, I feel that something has changed in me. For a brief second, I experienced the thrill of feeling alive, of knowing I was capable of dreaming. And whether that dream was fulfilled or not doesn't matter - because sometimes all it takes is a spark of joy in the middle of a grey life to rekindle our faith in a future that, until then, seemed incomprehensible to us.

So I end this story with a slightly calmer heart, although still wounded by the lack of an answer. Perhaps it will never come. Perhaps I'll continue to feel the slight tremor in my hands every time I remember that tender smile that welcomed me in the supermarket. But if life is made up of fragments, then I cling to this one - a fragment of courage and hope that, who knows, may light not only my path, but that of everyone who finds themselves trapped in their own shyness. One step at a time, habibi, that's all I need to keep going. And if I ever meet the girl again, perhaps I can thank her for having shown me, albeit unintentionally, that there is more to me than I realised. And I wonder if I should meet her again.
I saw a short black haired girl at Mcdonald she looked perfect ngl she had some stupid nose ring but still she looked cute I was fighting the urge to offer her a mccreampie
 
Pale God

Pale God

Genius
Feb 21, 2023
5,443
How the fuk did you get a random whore to meet up? Did u blow it cus u just didn't Escalate or some shit?
Cus even when a girls interested she still wouldn't meet up
That statement makes no sense.
 
god.ly

god.ly

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Oct 12, 2023
2,701
she was using chad cum as mouthwash as you wrote this btw
 
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