Yaameen Epically Failing at Romance, Episode: 1
Me: So. I was on the train, and I was sitting next to this Asian girl. I look over, and she's got this really pretty edition of Scarlet Letter, and I tell her that. And we start talking about books and shit. We keep talking, all the way to Melbourne Central. And then, as we're about to part ways, she asks for my Facebook.
And like the genius I am, I say I feel awkward giving it to strangers and I awkwardly run away. Kinda feel like she might've been into me too.
Anindo Dibbo Shaha: Dumbfuck ekta tui.
Raad: You abominable little dipshit. You're hopeless, you know that right? I thought you could make it work in Aussieland, but your dipshittery knows no continental boundaries.
Adeepto: There are some who frame pictures of you and make offerings to it hoping some of your virginity rubs off on them. There are countesses in eastern Europe who have run out of pre teen girls whose blood to bathe in and so hire 40 year old prostitutes and whisper your name in their ears to stimulate regrowth of hymen instantaneously. Black widows in Japan who marry and kill several husbands for their money light incenses at the foot of scrolls with Yaameen written in kanji so they have no problems convincing anyone they are their first love. Artemis herself smiles at your incredible virginity and thanks Zeus he allowed something like you to slobber around on Gaia's sacred breast.