"Father, could you tell me the story again?"

"I shall, but first, I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Have you ever truly believed in the truth of these stories?"

"Well, Father, I have doubted it in the past. However the more you tell me these stories and the more detailed they get overtime, the more they become impossible to doubt."

"Good. As a man telling a story one believes is shrouded in lies becomes a myth." The Father continued, "However, in my case, I wish for you to keep it as a myth, and nothing more. Instead of a lie shrouded in lies, make a lie shrouded in truth."

"To begin, remember this was how I met your mother."

I'm a gamer. It is my main hobby. I even get paid from time to time. I love playing mmorpg games, and I even have my own guild. However, not everyone can be as nice and look as good as in a video game.

Outside of video games, I am an ugly loser. Even if you want to argue I'm not ugly, you cannot argue I look good in the slightest. I have no meat on my bones, I'm short, timid, and shy. What is the worst, is the only compliment anyone can ever muster towards me is that I have pretty eyes. Which just in itself isn't a complement due to the mass amount of ridicule I endure because that is my only redeemable trait, and it is such a feminine one at that.

However, despite all of this, in video games, women approach me. it is extremely weird, but it is ok. Somewhat. I enjoy it, it makes me feel somewhat competent. However I of course reject them all.

"If you saw me irl, you would take back your words," and, "I don't even know your age or your gender, and even if you tell me, how could I trust you?"

Then, one fateful day in class, I had an encounter that would disrupt my life in both good and bad ways, all the bad ways being my fault.

"What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head while waving her hand.