Why do nerdy men avoid me? Story, theories and more inside.
So I go to the club every Friday night as usual. One night, I gaze upon the sight of three wonderfully yummy looking, 20 somethings. I step in closer and to my utmost delight, I confirm to myself that they are nerds. In awe, I momentarily stop in my tracks to grimace upon the delightful appearance of their horn-rimmed glasses, pale skin and their overly baggy plaid and khaki pants. Of course, I instantaneously affix my eyes on their prized possessions - their thighs. I think to myself, ''what if I got my head caught between those beauties?''
I approach aforementioned nerds, greeting them with a wave. One of them has a glass of alcohol and raises it in a bid to greet me back without spilling his drink. I become excited like a child in a candy store, and notice that I am in fact jumping up and down. I yell at the nerds, saying ''HELLO NERD BEAUTIES!'' and at this point, the nerds look oddly startled. I try to ignore this, though.
I approach this smaller nerd slowly, like a deer I'm ready to hunt. I know new meat when I see it, and of course I know yummy, delicious and delectable meat when I see it. This beauty to behold was both of those things!
I approach him, where I begin to massage the back of his neck in order to feel some of that famously soft nerd skin. He yelps, and then begins to whine. In a panic I grab his waist and rub my crotch at his back, in a vertically undulating motion. The second nerd looks to the third, tallest nerd, and that's when I make my dash to the second nerd. I grab him by the neck and begin to kiss him, I can feel him wriggling like a fish on a hook, but I use my leverage to pound him to the floor using my dead weight. I am now both kissing him and massaging his thighs, his pants roughly half way down as my hands are greeted to the holy delight of the soft, nerdy thigh skin I've always dreamed of. Just as I'm about to scream out in pleasure, the third, tallest nerd slaps me in the face, and before I come to, the nerds are gone and I am escorted out of the club.
So, why do nerds avoid me? I tend to believe it's because of my assets, that just simply overload a nerd's brain, considering they do have massive rostrums to boot, as well as booty. It is rather tedious that nerds keep running away from me, when I want them to be with me.
I approach aforementioned nerds, greeting them with a wave. One of them has a glass of alcohol and raises it in a bid to greet me back without spilling his drink. I become excited like a child in a candy store, and notice that I am in fact jumping up and down. I yell at the nerds, saying ''HELLO NERD BEAUTIES!'' and at this point, the nerds look oddly startled. I try to ignore this, though.
I approach this smaller nerd slowly, like a deer I'm ready to hunt. I know new meat when I see it, and of course I know yummy, delicious and delectable meat when I see it. This beauty to behold was both of those things!
I approach him, where I begin to massage the back of his neck in order to feel some of that famously soft nerd skin. He yelps, and then begins to whine. In a panic I grab his waist and rub my crotch at his back, in a vertically undulating motion. The second nerd looks to the third, tallest nerd, and that's when I make my dash to the second nerd. I grab him by the neck and begin to kiss him, I can feel him wriggling like a fish on a hook, but I use my leverage to pound him to the floor using my dead weight. I am now both kissing him and massaging his thighs, his pants roughly half way down as my hands are greeted to the holy delight of the soft, nerdy thigh skin I've always dreamed of. Just as I'm about to scream out in pleasure, the third, tallest nerd slaps me in the face, and before I come to, the nerds are gone and I am escorted out of the club.
So, why do nerds avoid me? I tend to believe it's because of my assets, that just simply overload a nerd's brain, considering they do have massive rostrums to boot, as well as booty. It is rather tedious that nerds keep running away from me, when I want them to be with me.
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