She was a hot JB waitress at a fast food place near my dorms, and she was really chatty and friendly. When the place wasn't crowded, she'd chat about how my day was going, studies, and her dating life. She would ignore me and talk to Chad students when they came in, but I foolishly ignored that and thought I had a chance.
Most people can have conversations like that with women often, but I've never done it before. It felt SO GOOD.
My mood became better, and I was happy and productive for the first time. I couldn't believe that a girl was finally being nice to me, especially a blonde Stacy, and I started going there regularly just to see her. Since I was a repeat customer, she became more flattering and nice, and would sometimes whisper gossip about the other customers, which made me feel more connected to the other people in my university even though I didn't have friends.
She looked a lot like this actress Madison Riley:
So one day she was wearing a really small, salmon pink short skirt and I couldn't get my eyes off it. When she came over to talk, I was stuttering and felt really awkward about it. Then she started talking about her ex-bf, and like a retard I started asking her about her sex life and acting flirty. When I said her ex was really lucky, and how she'd be great in bed, she suddenly said she had to go and hurried back into the kitchen. She didn't come out again that day.
Then the next day when I visited, I saw that the waitress was avoiding me and another waiter got sent to take my order. After I ordered, the manager came up to me. He started saying that I was making the staff uncomfortable, and loudly scolded me in front of everyone. When I said that was unfair, he called me a creep! People from my class were there, so they probably heard as well. The manager said that I wasn't welcome there any more if I behaved like this without apologizing, so I should just finish this meal and leave.
When the food and coffee came, I packed up the food and spilled the coffee before leaving.
I spent all of that time with her for nothing.
That's what I get for believing that a foid can be nice and charming. She betrayed me, and I got publicly shamed and banned from the venue. I knew that she was only being nice because it was her job, but I still let the taste of foid affection overpower my good sense.
I thought a foid could give me a chance despite my looks, and this is what happened.
That's why the blackpill is so important, it shows us that foids won't give us a chance, and that they hate us even if they act friendly.
NEVER. TRUST. A. FOID.
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