Even with all your valid reasons, you’re probable less undesirable than you think, at least before they hear you putting yourself down. Hint: I do get interrogated, but not in ways that suggest a woman would like to do those things with me.
Ironically, I’ve been offered a ride twice in two years, both times by women. One, my current boss—for some values of boss—is happily married, and the other is as good as happily married, but I managed to develop something that may or may not count as a huge, stupid crush on her when I still knew next to nothing about her, and she came to talk to me for a while, one fine afternoon when I stayed there for a few extra hours doing the last task I’d been assigned, simply because I felt like it. No, I didn’t expect anything in return for my unsolicited overtime, but I was severely reprimanded, so the chances for encounters like that came to a swift end.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.