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From ages 17-25 I spent most of my time trying to meet girls. All my friends and peers had girlfriends, dates, one night stands. I didn’t.
Anyhow, 27 years old, still no luck. One day I order a package from Amazon. I think it was some Chinese clone of a popular mini ice cream machine. I bought it three times and every time it would fail to ship but they wouldn’t refund me. The problem was tracked down to an USPS error were my address was listed as nonresidential so Amazon refused to ship. I re ordered and called ahead to schedule a delivery appointment.
Anyhow I go back inside with this high that only chatting with a girl after never been able to look one in the eyes gives you. I get to setting up the machine and go to the box.
It smells rank so I already imagine it to be busted or something, destroying my chances to ask the mail girl back for ice cream.
Anyhow she speaks no English and I think her village didn’t have doors cause she hasn’t been able to get out yet. That’s how I ended up with this qt patootie gamer gf, Cerys.