Commutationem The Exchange
I was depressed about it, but at 5’6” and 140 pounds with glasses, I was hardly the sort to impress the women. There were a few who would hang out with me, at least casually, but again, nothing serious. I reached the point where I almost didn’t even expect anything. Why should I? I had been through my optimist stage, and got shot down more times than I could count. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t the slickest guy possible. I was more likely to step on my own dick than to impress one of the women,...