I used the style of Fyodor Dostoyevsky to rant about my life as a single male. Here is an excerpt from what I have so far.
"What
was I doing wrong? I assure you I have never done anything to any of these
beautiful girls from the past. I have treated them like a princess, yet I still
get trampled on like a Persian rug, just less valuable. I bought roses, cards,
and chocolate, but no matter what I try, I still get the same monotonous
response that absolutely destroys my self-worth. Ladies and Gentlemen, as you
might have already guessed I have been rejected in many different ways. One time a girl I was close with came out as a lesbian when I asked her to formal. I repeat, she
came out of the closet when I asked
her to formal. I am 95% sure she came
out at that moment just to avoid going to formal with me, which is fine because
I don’t need such a selfish shrew in my life anyways. I realized that other
guys are more successful in their conquest for formal date. I must admit though, I am jealous."
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