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There’s this insanely hot girl at my residential gym. So hot that I made it a point to never acknowledge her—no way I was gonna be that guy, and im fragile rn, and it's where I live.
Three days before Valentine’s, I’m heading to the lift when she suddenly approaches me. Asks if I have a badminton racket. Mind you, I don’t look Asian, nor like I’ve ever touched a badminton racket in my life. But whatever, we talk, she asks for my number. Turns out she’s a young, hot doctor—jackpot. I’m flying high for a day.
Next day, I shoot —casually ask if she has any Valentine’s plans, maybe we do something even next to the gym at the pool if she doesn't want me to take her out, to avoid a miserable day. She hits me with a cold “No thanks, I was just looking for the racket.” Never texts again, doesnt let me backtrack.
I get it, not every girl that asks you something wants to do you. But why ask ME, of all people, about some random sports equipment from across the world? especially when we live in literally a fucking Chinese owned community, That’s like me stopping a Brazilian on the street to ask if he’s got a cricket bat. in little India .







Now I’m left feeling unwanted on Valentine’s and gotta change my gym time. Thanks, gym lady.
Three days before Valentine’s, I’m heading to the lift when she suddenly approaches me. Asks if I have a badminton racket. Mind you, I don’t look Asian, nor like I’ve ever touched a badminton racket in my life. But whatever, we talk, she asks for my number. Turns out she’s a young, hot doctor—jackpot. I’m flying high for a day.
Next day, I shoot —casually ask if she has any Valentine’s plans, maybe we do something even next to the gym at the pool if she doesn't want me to take her out, to avoid a miserable day. She hits me with a cold “No thanks, I was just looking for the racket.” Never texts again, doesnt let me backtrack.
I get it, not every girl that asks you something wants to do you. But why ask ME, of all people, about some random sports equipment from across the world? especially when we live in literally a fucking Chinese owned community, That’s like me stopping a Brazilian on the street to ask if he’s got a cricket bat. in little India .