Yes, superficiality is a lie, it’s only logical that physical attraction plays a large part in a relationship, because if you can’t get it up with someone, you can’t make babies with them! And that’s the penultimate goal in a relation, the ultimate is of course not wanting to kill each other within five years.

Now I’m no Leo fucking DiCaprio myself, I have other talents, if you know what I mean (If you don’t, a: you’re an idiot, b: Obviously I mean playing chess), but that doesn’t matter, because in intellectual as well as physical attraction, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

Thus so-called superficiality does not mean that ugly people will never get laid, it just means that they need to find someone who thinks they’re pretty, inside and out. It’s the same with stupid people, a mental retard can still find a mate, he just needs to find someone with the same mindset.

So people, stop bitching about superficiality, in a way, everyone is superficial! Everyone needs to be, because you cannot get a boner on kindness!

John Sacks

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The girl in question didn’t take it too well, she stormed out mid-conversation, where-after I followed, with my ex storming out in front of me, a mutual friend phoned me, I told the mate what happened, the girl I was still following, because I was worried for her, responded by signalling me that she’d never want to speak with me again.

I chose to leave her be, merely a minute later, I found another then still mutual friend wanted to speak to me also, when I answered my cell, I heard her say that my former love, was threatening to commit one of the most dramatic of crimes to nature, or as you might call it suicide.

In a higher fashion of stress even I am used to, I started frantically looking for my once love, after a few minutes I actually find her wandering about in her city. I spoke to her, upon which she told me to sod off, I responded by saying I won’t leave her until I was sure she’d be okay. She responded by running off again, I trailed whilst calling my aforementioned female friend to come over. Finally my ex stopped when she knew I would not let go.

To calm her mind I told her a story, which I might share with all of you later, if you play nice! It seemingly worked, and we waited, or rather I waited, while she kept on calling me names till the friend arrived. She took her home with her far-too-fancy-for-her-age car. Whilst I was left stranded in Leiden, Zuid-Holland.

After the whole event took place, the friends that heard of it all contacted me, proclaiming I was a hero, or that I did well, even the next week the girl in question contacted me herself to thank me. Still I can’t help but wonder, am I really the hero in this story? Can one who pushes a person up to a ledge and then carries her off again, be honestly called by such titles?

Roberto Strife

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