PART 1

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What defines ugly? Ugly can be defined in many ways. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. These are all forms of ugliness. But to be ugly in the inside is one of the worst forms of ugliness, of course it is since it's out of three forms of ugliness. I was never good at math.

Once there was a boy named Tom. Tom was a normal guy with a below average IQ . He had a crush on this girl and he wasn't sure if she liked him back. Tom liked many girls, he was kind of a chronic masturbator. All he ever did was stroke one off to the girls that he liked, but it was hard for him to with hold the urge since he did it so often it became a habit.
Tom is a man of patience, he waited and waited... carefully planning his moves in chronological order.
He wasn't in a hurry because he strongly believed that patience will always manifest itself in your day to day life, Tom had no idea what he was talking about.
One day, Tom worked up his ambitions and asked the girl that he liked to go skating with him, Tom knew she was a fan of skating.
The girl thought quietly, then hit him with "I might be busy" schtick.
Tom doesn't have that keen instinct to tell when someone is rejecting him so he just agreed with and pretended like nothing happened that day.
A week later and he was pondering wether or not he should attempt to have a civil conversation with this girl. Tom said "Fuck it" and he shot her a text:
THE FOLLOWING IS THE DIALOG OF TEXT BETWEEN TOM AND HIS LOVE INTEREST
Tom: What's Up
A few moments later she shot him a text back.
"Hello"
"How's your day been?" Tom asks.
"Good" she replies.
Tom felt like shit, he wasn't getting the vibe the "I'm interested" vibe that most ladies give off when they're texting their fellow gents.

He took some time to wonder what his next move was, Tom had to make moves and fast! Any moment this girl could be clapping cheeks with her mail man, and Tom wanted to at least be there to watch.
"Hey are you busy or something." Tom asked.
"No" she responded.
"One worded answers?" Tom said to himself
"God damn it, fine I guess I can just pull this one card." He said to himself.

It was evident that Tom was gonna pull some cards out of his ass in the hopes that something would stick.

"What's up with the one worded answers." Tom asked.
"I'm just lazy." She replied
"THAT WHORE," Tom said to himself. "WHAT IS SHE SAYING I DON'T DESERVE TO BE LEAD ON LIKE THIS.
"I'm lazy too motherfucker, but I can type and send more than one word a message." Tom spazzed.
Tom was losing it. He was spazzing left and right, itching his nuts to the thought of him not getting what he craved after since the beginning of time. The putang of another woman that wasn't his mother.

What was Tom doing? He ponders this also. Tom loves to ponder on the toilet since it gave him hope of a better future.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Tom asked himself

"Well sorry." She finally replied.
"It's fine." Tom replied.
"I gotta go, ttyl."

God damn it Tom, he done screwed up once again.

To be continued....

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