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Tonight, the birthday girl at our weekly get-togethers wanted me to go home with her. I told her I was flattered, but I needed to go home to my own apartment. Alone. She then whispered something about her being a whore and that being the reason I wasn't going to go back to her place. I felt sad for her. I gave her a hug and told her I didn't think that at all. One of the male perverts in our group then proceeded to lift up the back of her dress... under which there was nothing but bare ass and vajayjay.
I kind of liked the happy hour when girls weren't into me. I could continue not having to reject advances, which makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable, and wallow in the thought that no one likes me and that I will die alone some day.