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A smart, beautiful, slim, sexy woman you are. You've accomplished many things in your lifetime. You have men of all sorts biting out of your hand, you have a bachelor's degree, and you have a well paying job. Just the other day you were given a seventy five-cent raise down at the fabric store where you work. You smile to yourself for having accomplished this feet as well. You're in the shower humming to yourself when the phone rings. You ignore it, probably some sex hungry guy calling you again. You're not in the mood right now, you've more important things to worry about. More important things like a dinner with your parents. The men can wait, they can beat themselves off for now until you see them again. You're out of the shower drying yourself off and putting on your panties, deodorant, and a blue-green dress with a skirt that reaches down to your knees. You wanna show off some skin to the guys, let them know that you are in charge, that they are lucky if you even choose them for your liking. Out of the bathroom, you comb your silk auburn hair as you play the messages on your machine. The first two calls were from your girlfriends letting you know that the plans for Friday night are good to go. The third call was from a guy you met at the college. He says that he was calling to see what you were up to, his voice was very child like as he chuckled inwardly, he must have been having a good day. He also asked if you would like to hang out with him one day, maybe play some games or catch a movie or something. Or something indeed, with him being a guy and your being the sexy successful woman that you are, he wants to do something alright. The message ends with a see you later and a fourth message plays. The guy on the other end is someone you meet at the night club last week. He was about six foot five, athletic built, and had the sexiest eyes and abs you've seen on a guy. You conversated a bit at the club, before the two of you went out to his car where you gave him a blow job. He was really digging you, as you lead him on for almost the full week. He believes that you'll become girlfriend, believes being the key word. On the machine, he tells you he is looking forward to seeing you again and would like to go on a date with you. He leaves you his number in case you lost it and tells you to give him a call. This guy must be desperate you think to yourself. But you expected as much since you gave him a blow job. Men are like puppies to woman. At the slightest bit of attention from any attractive woman such as yourself, they will do and say anything for you. You look at the clock and see it is 4:13 in the evening. Your parents should be home in about five minutes. The phone rings and you answer it on the first ring. It is your study partner, a woman by the name of Julia. You've seen her, long auburn hair, about five feet tall, she wears large round glasses and every time you hear her speak she laughs at the end of each sentence. You cringe as you hear her speak to you. You hated being around nerdy people. She was in your thinking class. She also talked a lot, wore poor people's clothing, such as hoodies, sweatshirts, and sometimes, sweatpants. She often talked about her time on MMOs, such as Guild Wars and World of Warcraft, and had the most hideous laugh you've heard, she snorts like a pig when she does it. And that face, you won't even talk about that. Red bumps appearing on her cheeks, acne. People like that you made fun of in high school. You were popular then, which you certainly are now.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxxZZ6VFnww
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"Hi Sierra, how are you?" she said with a chuckle.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs4EKYNocpw
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"OK, what is it?" you answer her with annoyance.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡccOjpiW0Og
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"What's wrong? You sound annoyed."505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡl3uXpbdM6F
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"I'm just waiting for a phone call from someone, look call me back later."505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6CVY7u541X
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"I've been trying to reach you for the past five days. I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and study."505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡffrOTQDIcT
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"Not right now, look study by yourself for now, I gotta go,'' you say quickly before hanging up, not waiting for an answer. It is then that your parents walk through the door. Your father hugs and kisses you. He'd not seen you for two weeks since he was away on business. Your mother does the same. You love them both. After greetings the three of you walk outside shutting the door behind you. You get into the Hummer, and drive off to dinner.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1FEnRcynpy
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You've devastated your study partner stating that you can't be seen with nerds around your friends. They spoil your image. This woman had low self-esteem to begin with and you had to bring it down further. It's okay though, she'll live and you will feel better about yourself anyway. The dinner you had with your parents was awesome, and you're conversing about it with your prada hungry friends at the lunch room. It isn't long before you see him, a black man wearing a red hoody and white khakis walks up the stair well. You observe him walking over to his friends and you watch them converse with him. He stands about five foot eleven, and his hair has been cut to a shadow fade. His red hoody looks as if it will swallow him whole, probably an extra large he's wearing. You've seen this man before, he always wore a serious look about him, like a don't fuck with me look. You then see your study partner, or ex study partner. She is sitting by herself as usual. She is slowly writing in her paper with her head down not looking or noticing anybody. Too bad for her. You hear them laughing behind you, the people conversing with the man. You don't even hear your friends calling you as you listen.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfIw9SWJGd7
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"Sierra," one says waving her hand.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKCQQSxQ9Xx
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Behind you, there is a conversation about dating. They ask the man, "why don't you think beautiful successful woman are right for men?"505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXZO8kVGFu5
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"Simply because they expect money out of you," he says as a matter of factly. "and poor women are better. They don't require money, are supportive, and are more beautiful then the majority of the women you see here."505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMztGiCF0rn
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As you hear this you get up and walk over to the man, leaving your puzzled friends at the table on the far right. You confront him, trying to held back from slapping the man senseless.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXyO9PRQd8M
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"And what makes you think that poor women are much more beautiful and successful?" you asked him in a how do you know tone. He looks at you for a moment as if it is a bother to him to even answer your question. His don't fuck with me look quickly disappearing off of his face and turning into a childlike look. He turns back to his friends and says, "Did I mention they are bitchy as hell too?" He turns to you after which and says, "there's probably no question that you are beautiful to most guys, but not me. I'd rather date someone poor then someone successful as yourself. Now don't get me wrong, there are good successful women out there yes, but I know you. You're too full of yourself, I'd rather be with the one behind you sitting by herself over there then you. I'll explain why." He calls to her as waves her over while you watch in disgust. He converses again and presents the troubled, confused woman to his friends as if he were teaching a classroom. "I don't know this woman personally, but I do know that she is smart, friendly, and has some good hobbies. This is the kind of woman you want to go after. Look at her, red flannel, dirty white shoes, blue jeans, carries her backpack like everyone else here on campus, and her clothes well they just don't match at all, she even has mismatch socks!"505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZWORCwfoRi
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To Julia's further dismay they laugh at her. She looks at the man with a confused look about her as he waves at her, signaling for her to stand there and listen. The man quickly quiets his friends as he begins to explain more. The girl stands there not knowing rather to cuss him out or just listen as to what he is saying. You wish to laugh, but you want to see just what this bastard is getting at.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsUK2aW2gPd
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"But underneath all this ugly unattractive trash, is a diamond. It is the prettiest thing you've seen. It has the same interests as you, it shines, and no one has found this diamond but you. And why? Why is that? Because it's outer body is not shaped like this one," he says as he points to you with outstretched hands. "This one here dresses herself everyday in beautiful clothes and wears alluring perfumes. Why? So that men will chase after her and that ugly poor women, with no money like this one, will envy her. They do it all the time. Men chase after sexy beautiful women, we know that. Why? Because men think their dicks rather then their brains. Men don't chase after ugly women, because it is not beautiful. People have a tendency to want things sparkling and dazzling, that they don't take the time to look at the ugly things. We're repulsed by it and we won't even give it a second glance. You see, sometimes it is the things you don't see, that is the most precious. Now look at the two women and say honestly, which one would you go after?"505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8OtvOpqUVj
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Without a moment's hesitation, they point to you, Sierra.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvdVZlZ4oOV
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"You see? Right there proves my point. You didn't even look at this one. But let me tell you something. I know this one through a friend of mine, and let me tell you I would rather date someone and be seen with someone like this, who has no money, is considered unattractive, and wears Kmart clothes, then be seen with her."505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJgBUZYgXqG
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His friends begin to nod in agreement. They turn their attention away from you and they begin to talk to the man, coaxing him to date the woman he was talking about. You fume with rage. You're face turns red with anger and embarrassment. No one has ever made a fool out of you in front of people like this. The girl, your study partner begins to laugh and cuddles next to the man and laughs her horrid laugh again. You tell yourself mentally that you are beautiful and that this bastard should be eating out of your hand. You storm off in tears, ignoring your friends behind you. You run to your car and drive off for home, almost hitting another car as you pull out in front of him.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9jX7gGXHwM
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You haven't been yourself for the past three days. The man's words burn into your soul. Who ever said talk is cheap was bullshitting. Your study partner was more enjoyable then you to him, an ugly Kmart cloths wearing woman was more attractive then the sexy successful woman. This has never happened to you before, that someone would rather be seen with someone low and ugly then with someone sexy and successful. You hate him. You hate that thing of a woman if she could be called that. You look at yourself in the mirror and smile. Yes, you have a perfect body. Fully developed breasts, long natural curves, slender hands, you know that men will chase after you in a heartbeat, and you will never have to worry about being single. You smile to yourself. That bastard has no idea what he is talking about. You can't believe that someone like that has made you feel this way for the past three days. You decide that you want someone right now to please you, so you call the guy you met at the club. The phone rings three times before he answers it.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcgA2DBSSgo
"Hello," he says hurriedly over the phone.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoTuhijHBtY
"What's up Justin," you say to him slyly.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ58JwLu95eQ
"Oh, hey," answering as if he doesn't know who you are.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2t3NXn3rm1
"What are you doing right now?"505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3OxKqYMXYU
"Going on a date."505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg8h5X2txnc
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"Why you wanna know, you're not my girlfriend or anything," answered Justin with annoyance.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTaciZCnwMP
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to come over, you know have some fun," you say lustfully over the phone.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3KRnpnYqbu
"I'm going to have fun with my date, besides I'm not interested in you anymore. You never called me, never returned my phone calls, and when I did get you you made up excuses. I gotta go, see ya."505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs0axboR0tD
He quickly hangs up and you hear the dial tone in the receiver. Asshole, you think to yourself as you hang up. That's okay, those two can have whatever ugly bitches they find, you don't care. Besides there's more men out there who would love to be in the same bed as you. With that thought, you get dressed in your evening clothes, your white leather jeans, flower sandals and a pink tank top, and decide to go to the mall to do some man fishing, just so you can bring your new beau up to the college and show him off. After you get all dressed, you get into your car and drive off to the mall. The gaslight turns on and you groan. You forgot to put gas in the car before you went out the other day. The only bad thing in your life right now is the car, it's a complete gas hog. The gas station is only mile up the street, no biggie. You drive up and you see one of your friends getting into her car. You honk at her and you wave as you take your eyes off the road for an instant to look at her, and you don't see the other car coming from the left.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuFxePASTKk
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You've recovered after the accident three months later, except you don't have full use of your left hand anymore. You can still walk like you used to, except not as normal as you once did. They feel weak and you now require crutches to walk with. Men have not called you since that time, no one wants to be seen with a woman who's face looks like an old pin cushion, cut up and jagged like someone had fun with a army knife. Most of the glass from the windshield and the window on the right side of the car shattered when your car impacted with the other car, sending some pieces of glass toward your face, cutting up the majority of it like a butter knife. You cut off the man who had the right of way, doing so by running the stop sign and taking your eyes off the road. He'll have a long time to recover, since he had his window down, his car unlocked, and no seat belt on himself, he had permission to fly from his car upon impact. Your family is paying for damages done to the man by your failure to pay attention to the road. Another downside to all this is that you no longer have the beauty you once had, nor are you allowed to drive for three years. Not that you'll be driving anyway, since you don't have full use of your legs. You're going to have to fashion yourself into the diamond that man at the college talked about. No more skimpy clothes for you, no more attracting men by the droves. It's time now to dress like every other woman who has a hard time finding somebody, like that girl, your study partner at the college you had a lot of fun bringing down. Don't forget the therapy you're in, three times a week so that you can learn how to use your left hand again. You think to yourself about just how full of yourself you've been prior to all this. Now, you wish for someone to find the diamond in you. But as you look at yourself everyday in the mirror, you say to yourself that is next to impossible. You lay down on your bed, and the tears run down your pin cushion face till you're fast asleep.505Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDBFueE4lyb
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