Story time:
So I wasn't gonna ever do a thread about this girl cause most people would say "Ke high school ntwana, charge it to the game!" Maar since bophelo ke g string ea bobatsi, I decided what the hellToday we're going to talk about them huns who taught us to act broke

So, the story starts Saule because Sodom, we met during a debate competition, I happened to be on a hella good team so we beat them. Anyway, another debate later we exchange numbers, start meeting after school and shit: sis goes ka Hillsview, I live in Floridaazishe

Now here's where gentleman me starts putting that clown suit on tight: some of those days babes wants to take the shorter route to Hillsview via Katlehong, I want her to walk with me till Lancer's Inn so I'm like "You can have my taxi fare when we get there, I'll walk"

Anyway, so on one of these walks home we start talking, numbers are exchanged, now we're texting and shitat some point I find out her ex is troubling her, keeps texting her and shit. I'm like naaahhhshe mine now niggaBook her for a date one of them weekends

My wallet looked at the chats like...

So the Saturday of the date, I'm ready neh. Now, for context: it's 2013, I'm 15 tryna impress a 17 year old town hun, had 200 bucks and the Pioneer food court was still popping: I'm thinking "Nigga I could buy the mall"So we meet up, she's looking cute AF

We get to KFC, I'm expecting streetwise 2-3 or similar vibes cause we're high school students like that

She says boxmaster MEAL

Now remember, the boxmaster was still new in the LBut I'm not about to say no,so I get it. I get myself a Twister meal too cause I'm not tryna look frugal but I already know a week's worth of school tuckshop flexing just went down like a quart qoqothong ea Sir Tau

We sit down in the food court during month end, mostly because I've always sucked at planning the twister tastes like the most expensive anxiety I've ever tasted but she's here dawg!!! You hooked this hun, look how cute she is munching on your mother's salary

Some sour faced woman who must've realised her 40s suck that morning, spots our table and decides to third wheel with a full triple decker...

So after about 45 minutes that felt like 27 hours and a colonoscopy with a corkscrew, she leaves us alone by then it's time to leave though, so making peace with the fact that this can't get worse when this hun says "Aren't we getting krushers??"
Uhhhh, what now???

Maar I'm this nigga hakere, so we get krushers...

Walk all the way back to her place??? That sounds like a plan, except her parents picked her up and I couldn't be anywhere nearby when that happened Anyway, so 'we' decide there'll be another date neh, "Maybe not so costly"

My common sense, wherever it was, was like:

So next day, if I remember correctly, we meet again: chilled vibes, sitting in the food court again, less people cause it's Sunday Everything wrong with the previous day is going amazingly today, NOTHING CAN FUCK THIS UP...

...Her "Ex" arrives with his posse and they sit at the table with us, they even take the seats between us...

Needless to say after a few awkward texts I excused myself, we never met in person again, and after a few chats I find out this queen had not broken up with her man at allso I moved on in the most mature, least toxic, least petty way possible, right?
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