This is a guest post by Dom Torres.
A buddy of mine once introduced me to this very hot Dominican girl. She had Pocahontas skin, a decent stomach (although there was a little chub present), a cute face, medium sized tits, and a nice, round ass. She was very nice during our first encounter; I saw her around school often and eventually took down her number.
We met up a few times and spoke once over the phone. During those times I had mentioned I read a lot and wrote whenever I got the chance. She texted me once asking me to proofread her essay. The essay’s topic was “Should Women Get an Education if They Plan on Being Mothers?” I silently wondered if any essay that argued “no” would receive anything above a B.
I read her essay and it was poorly structured, going against everything I’ve ever learned in any English class! There was no hypothesis, the writing was sporadic, and the essay did not follow anything that resembled a train of thought. Transitions? Non-existent. Now, I’m not an English major like Matt, but I am an English minor and have taken English honors in high school. I told her that her essay was not structured well and what needed to be fixed. She got mad and began to argue against me saying I had no idea what I was talking about.
Eventually she sucked it up and reluctantly asked me to help her make the changes needed. With every change came a complaint.
I looked at her dead in the eye and said, “Can you do me a favor?”
She looked amazed that those words just came out of my mouth and said, “Do you know who you’re speaking to?”
I kept my stern face on and said, “Yeah, another sophomore student.”
She said, “Um, no, I’m not just another sophomore student, I’m much more.”
I waited for her to tell me what secret celebrity status she held. Nothing.
I went back to her essay. She eventually spoke up again, saying, “Can you hurry up? It’s due in a few hours.”
Was she fucking serious? I looked at her facial expression and there was no sign she was joking, only embitterment from the previous verbal bitchslap I gave her. I walked away and left her to her own demise.
Part of this whole experience was my fault; I should have left after the first sign of rudeness. There was no doubt that had she been ugly, that was the route I would have taken. Men just simply let more slide if a girl is hot. Still, everyone has their limits.
A few days later I received a text message during French class. The message was from her; an image of her A paper! Her no-hypothesis, loose-thought, sporadically-worded paper. Thank you, miscellaneous English teacher, for encouraging this girl’s infallible mentality and enforcing her perfect princess attitude.
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